Colby was adorable. And good at everything. Jason wanted to smile, wanted to sigh, wanted to scream. How could this work, how could he do this, how could he do any of this—
He scrubbed a hand over his face. He glanced at the open curtains. City lights and stars twinkled back: encouragement nestled in blue satin.
He took a deep breath. And then he did what any reasonable person would do when panicking, and called his little sister.
Alessandra answered right away. “Jay? What’s going on? Aren’t you busy filming?” Her voice echoed out from that shared law-student apartment near UCLA, clever and quick; Allie had always been the brighter one, compared to Jason’s wrestling-team muscles and clumsy passions. The straight-A student, the kind who’d volunteer to tutor others and who’d learned Itali
