Oliver laughs. Then he gets a far away look in his eyes, staring at the opposite wall. “Noâ€?, he whispers quietly under his breath. He grabs his guitar and walks out of the dressing room. I sit motionlessly for a minute. Then I reach up to my touch my lips. The ones that had been pressed against Oliver’s only moments earlier. I know we’ve got to stop. Something is bound to happen.

But, as much as I love Peter, and as much as I know that wanting Oliver is wrong, I can’t imagine being any differently with him.To be truthful, I really don’t want to imagine being any different with him. I don’t think he wants to either.

As if on cue, he walks back in. He walks towards me, and my heartbeat speeds up. Could he be coming back for another kiss? Instead, he sits down beside me at the makeup table. We both sit in silence, staring at our reflections in the mirror. Oliver sighs. “I forgot the blush.” I laugh, and he grins. He takes my hand and kisses it, and then picks up his makeup brush.