Maybe we're friends

Maybe we're more

Maybe it's just my imagination

But I see you stare just a little too long

And it makes me start to wonder

~*~*~*~*~*~

Tuesday, April 12, 2019

The days passed by quickly in Miami, even despite Michelle trying to make my life on set miserable. But Henry had almost always been there to remind me that I got the part for a reason, just as she didn't get the part for a reason. And if he wasn't there, Natascha was.

We'd grown much closer over the past few days—not nearly as close as I was with my friends back home, but she was nice to me, and I liked to return the favor. Plus, we could laugh together, which was especially important when Michelle made another well-placed jab at me and Henry wasn't there to soften the blow. Besides, she never really did anything too obvious when he was around anyway. I had a feeling she was trying to win him over for herself.

But we had wrapped up the early scenes and Michelle was no longer needed on set, so she'd flown back to L.A. Good riddance, if you asked me. As soon as she was gone, the mood around set seemed to brighten almost instantly.

I had today off, and I was planning on going to the beach. I'd already went into Miami a couple of times to explore the city and do a little shopping, so I was pretty sure I could find Miami Beach on my own. But Henry had different thoughts.

I bumped into him and Kal on my way out—literally. I walked around my trailer, and BAM. Literally a face full of muscled chest. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry!" I said, automatically lifting up my hands to push myself away from whomever I'd walked into.

Henry smiled down at me and I froze, my hands still on his chest. "It's okay. Where are you headed to in such a rush?"

I jerked my hands back and tried not to appear flustered. "Oh, um, I was just about to go to the beach."

"The beach, huh?" Henry asked. "Mind if I go with you? I haven't been to the beach in forever."

I raised my eyebrows. "You would want that? Go to the beach with me, I mean?"

"Yeah, of course. Why wouldn't I?"

"I don't know... I'd just think you'd have something better to do than go to the beach with little old me. Besides, wouldn't it be too crowded for you? I mean, it's a Tuesday, but there's still a huge possibility of paparazzi finding you, right?"

"At Miami Beach, yes. But that's not the only beach here. I know of a few that are much less crowded, if a little farther away. So, what do you say? Can I tag along with you?"

"Yeah, no, of course. You're more than welcome to come with me."

He smiled, his eyes sparkling. "Cool. I just have to change real quick then. Wanna come with?"

I followed him to his trailer, and as he went into his bathroom to change from his skinny jeans (I couldn't help but wonder if he was wearing them because I'd told him I liked them on him that first day of filming) and button down to navy board shorts and a white V-neck, I sat down on the floor to cuddle with Kal. Henry's trailer was very similar to mine, save from a few decorative changes. I was surprised to note it was just as big as mine. I'd somehow thought his trailer would be bigger, with him being a much bigger star than me.

Henry returned, and was amused to find me on the ground. "Comfortable?"

"Hey, sometimes you just gotta sit on the floor to cuddle with a cute dog," I said, scrambling to my feet again.

He regarded Kal with an affectionate smile. "True enough." He bent down to kiss him on the top of his head, and Kal returned the favor by licking his cheek. "Sit tight, buddy. I'll be back soon." Turning to me again, he asked, "Ready to go?"

Henry drove us to a reasonably quiet stretch of beach not far from Miami Beach. There were still quite a few people there, though, but none of them paid us much attention as we chose two beach beds and spread our towels over them.

I sat down on mine, trying not to look as awkward as I felt. The idea of going to the beach with Henry freakin' Cavill was already weird enough, but actually being there with him? I had no idea what to do or say. So instead I just focused on unstrapping my sandals, digging my toes in the sand once they were free.

"How'd you know about this place?" I asked, just as Henry took off his shirt. The breath caught in the back of my throat, and I hoped he didn't notice. I, on the other hand, couldn't help but notice everything about him—the way his chest was incredibly muscled, how he had the most defined abs I'd ever seen, and how his shoulders seemed to be sculpted by Michelangelo himself. I guess those six hours of working out every week paid off.

"Ryan told me about it. I didn't think I would go, seeing as going to the beach on your own isn't as fun as going with someone else. And then I bumped into you."

I forced a laugh. "Literally. Oh, sorry," I said as I heard my phone go off in my purse. I got it out and noticed I had a text from Hanna. "It's Hanna. Is it okay if I text her back real quick?"

"Yeah, no, of course. Go right ahead."

I gave him an apologetic smile and opened the message.

hey, sis. what are u up to on ur day off? i thought maybe we could skype or something. i haven't seen ur gorgeous face in too long and i'm going thru withdrawal, tbh.

I'M AT THE BEACH WITH HENRY. HE'S SHIRTLESS. AND HOT. WHAT DO I DO???? HELP!!!!

OH MY GODDDDDD!!!!!! tell me ur at least wearing that bikini i packed for u.

You mean the incredibly skimpy blue bikini that you basically forced into my suitcase? Yes, I am, but I'm still wearing my dress over it.

does it have a zipper? let henry unzip it for you :P

I tried not to roll my eyes at that—though the idea did sound appealing.

You are the worst.

i'm also right, and u know it. oh, and take a selfie of the 2 of u. make sure to include his abs. i expect a full report tonite on skype. good luck.

I sighed and put my phone back in my purse. Then, taking a deep breath, I asked, "Hey, could you unzip me? It's kind of hard to reach. I think I spent ten minutes this morning trying to get it zipped."

"Yeah, of course."

I stood up and turned around so Henry could unzip my baby blue skater dress. I tried not to gasp as his fingers lightly skimmed my back. "Thank you," I said, smiling as I still kept the dress clutched to my chest. Thinking that it was too late to buy myself a new bikini, I let the dress fall to the sandy ground. I picked it up and shook it out, hoping not to get too much sand in there.

When I looked at Henry's face again, I noticed he was staring. I could guess why. The baby blue bikini with black straps was tiny—for my standards at least. Not only that, but the top was basically a pushup bra, so my usual C-cup was now a lot bigger than I myself was used to. Let alone Henry.

"Uh, anyway..." I started awkwardly. "Hanna wants us to take a selfie because she doesn't believe we're actually at the beach together." What was a little white lie among friends, right? Besides, it sure as hell beat telling him she just wanted to see his abs. "I promise she won't send it to anyone else or anything. She's not like that," I rambled.

He shook his head and forcibly pulled his gaze back to my face again. "A picture?" he asked, sounding a little absentminded. "Yeah, no problem."

I retrieved my phone from my purse again and opened the camera app, switching it to the front camera. The sea behind us, Henry wrapped an arm around my waist (which I wasn't complaining about one bit) and I smiled for the camera, but I was surprised when Henry went to kiss my cheek. I snapped the picture and stared at it. It was the best picture I'd ever taken of myself. My hair was doing something normal for once, my skin was flawless, and my smile... It was the brightest I'd ever smiled. And Henry was just... pure perfection. I would treasure this picture forever.

"I like it," Henry said, smiling at the photo as his arm stayed wrapped around my waist. His proximity was fogging up my brain in the best possible way. "Should we take another one where I'm actually looking into the camera?"

I laughed, albeit a little breathlessly. "Yeah, sure." We took another picture, our heads close together and wide smiles on both our faces. "I can't decide which one I like best," I said once it had loaded and the both of us were examining it.

"I like the first one better," Henry said, regrettably stepping away from me. "Your smile's brighter. You look gorgeous in both, though. Can you send those to me, too?"

He thought I looked gorgeous? Henry Cavill thought that I was gorgeous? The man I'd been crushing on more and more for over a month now thought that I was gorgeous?

The compliment bounced around in my head so much that it took me a while to register his question. "Send them to you? Yeah, of course." We'd swapped phone numbers on the plane to Miami (which was a strange thing, since I'd never thought about having Superman's phone number) and I quickly texted them to him. Then I texted them to Hanna.

There you go. Btw: thanks.

OH MY GOD. OH. MY. GOD. YOU TWO LOOK SO GORGEOUS TOGETHER. YOU TWO ARE GOING TO BE HOLLYWOOD'S NEW POWER COUPLE, I JUST KNOW IT.

I laughed, shaking my head. "She's so shocked she's even using proper grammar in her texts," I told him. "She hardly ever does that. Though, I have to admit, it is in all caps." I put my phone away again and said, "So, what do you say? Up for a swim?"

He smiled, and it nearly took my breath away. "Always."

He offered me his hand, and I took it, trying not to think about how perfectly my hand fit in his. We ran to the sea together, the water splashing around us when we finally reached it. Henry grinned deviously and suddenly picked me up, slinging me over his shoulder. I shrieked as he ran a little deeper into the sea before letting himself fall in, dragging me with him.

"You dick!" I said when I resurfaced, gasping.

He laughed, throwing his head back. "Your face just now made it totally worth it."

"You're still a dick," I said, slapping him on his chest. Anything to distract myself from watching the drops of water slowly making their way down his torso.

"A cute one, though, right?" he asked, a cheeky smile on his face that made me either want to slap him or kiss him.

I refrained myself from both and managed a grin. "Someone's feeling cocky today. But try hot, Mr. Rock Hard Abs."

He looked down at his torso and laughed, though I did notice a slight blush forming on his cheeks. It was about time I was making him feel flustered instead of the other way around. "You think? The training process isn't even over yet."

"You mean all this,"—I gestured at his abs—"is gonna get even bigger?"

"That would be the goal, yes."

"Ho—ly—shit."

"Is that a good or a bad holy shit?"

"It's a wildly impressed holy shit. I've never even met a guy who's as muscular as you are right now, and you're training to get even bigger. It's just... holy shit."

He laughed. "Becoming Superman isn't easy."

"No shit."

"Enough about my muscles now. You're making me blush," he joked. Then that devious grin returned, and he wrapped his arms around my waist, dragging me into the water again.

*~*~*~*~*

"Oh my God, Hanna. I don't think I can take this anymore," I said by way of greeting.

Hanna's face on my computer screen had been radiant at first when she saw me, but now it turned to concern. "What can't you take anymore? Do I need to fly over to Miami to give Michelle an ass whooping?"

I laughed, shaking my head. "No, Michelle's already gone. I meant Henry."

I expected her to tease me, but she stayed uncharacteristically serious. "You really like him, don't you?"

I covered my face with my hands and nodded. "Yes..." I groaned, the sound coming out muffled because of my hands. I dragged them down until they fell in my lap. "It's really not fun. He's just so pretty and cute and hot and sweet and funny and kind and... Well, you get the idea."

She visibly tried not to laugh, but failed in the end. "Oh, honey... You really are in deep."

"That's what I'm trying to tell you. And it's torture, because I don't know if he likes me back. And you know me, I'll never be the one making the first move. So I'm just sat here hoping that he will and worrying that he won't."

"He will. There's no way he can pass you up. No way. And if he hasn't realized it yet, maybe he will after your kissing scene. When's that, by the way?"

Feeling queasy, I said, "Please don't remind me of that..."

"When is it?" she asked again.

"Tomorrow..."

She grinned, clapping her hands. "Oh my God, perfect timing! Today you both had a really fun day at the beach and then tomorrow you'll have your first kiss, and there's no way he isn't feeling something after seeing you in that bikini. You did have fun, though, right?"

I smiled dreamily. "Yeah, we did. We laughed a lot, and he called me gorgeous. And oh my God, Han, his abs. It's like he's not even human."

"That's because he's an alien from Krypton," Hanna joked. "But seriously, though, it totally sounds like you two are hitting it off. He's into you, I just know it. And then after your kissing scene tomorrow, he might realize just how much he's into you and make the first move."

I sighed, shaking my head. "No, you don't get it, Han. Kissing scenes are totally choreographed. It's literally like kissing someone while someone else is throwing directions at you head. 'Put your hand on his chest.' 'Your hair is blocking the frame.' Stuff like that."

She pulled a face. "Meh. But hey, you'd still be kissing him, though, right? I mean, I know a lot of old, creepy men will be staring at you and you'd get unwanted directions, but you would be kissing him. You'd be kissing Henry Cavill."

Sighing once more, I said, "Yeah, but it'd be weird. I mean, I would feel... something, but he might feel nothing. And I guess that's what I'm scared of most."

"It'll be fine, babe. Don't worry about it."

I gave her a tentative smile and then decided to change the subject. "Anyway, enough about me. How are things back at home?"

"Boring without you, honestly. I'm still working on my script in-between shifts at the riding school. It's almost finished."

I grinned. "Oh my God, I'm so excited for you!"

Smiling, she said, "Thank you. Anyway, Keegan and Klarissa are still going strong." She grimaced. "I'm sorry I didn't believe you about all the stories Keegs tells you about their sex life, by the way. He told me all those stories instead on Friday. Also, he ate all the food."

I laughed. Usually, Keegan comes by on Fridays while Hanna is working, and we watch TV shows and do other stupid stuff—anything to not be productive. He tends to overshare, though. That, and he eats all the food in the house. In a way, we really are kind of like brother and sister. "I told you. I hope he didn't eat anything you planned to save for later."

"It's not like I was hungry anyway after all the... stories. I mean, it's cute how he loves her so much and all, and how he goes crazy when she wears a certain something, but that doesn't mean that I need to know about it."

"Trust me, I know," I said, laughing. "And the others?"

"Nothing that I can really think of... Just same old, same old. Oh, no, wait! Colly got promoted, so he's now one of the head designers."

"Oh my God, I can't believe that little shit didn't tell me!"

Hanna laughed. "It only just happened yesterday. I think he's still too shocked to tell you."

"I'll congratulate Colin later. I really should go now, I have an insanely early call time tomorrow."

"Oh, wait, one more thing!" Hanna said hurriedly. "Your family is coming out to Miami to visit you in a few weeks, right?"

"Yeah, why?" I asked, furrowing my brow in confusion.

"I was thinking of going, too, if you're okay with that. I mean, I get that it's been much longer since you've seen your family than you've seen me, but I really wasn't kidding about the Juliette withdrawal."

I grinned. "Of course I'm okay with that. Besides, talking to you about Henry in person would be so much better."

She mirrored my grin. "And who knows, you might even be dating him by then." She winked, and said, "Bye, now."

She once again disconnected before I could reply, and I groaned. Sometimes my best friend could be a real pain in the ass. I grabbed my phone and curled up in my bed, turning the lights off. I sent a quick text to Colin to congratulate him on his promotion, which led to one of the cutest texting conversations I'd ever had with him. He's very much like me, in the sense that we both tend to be too modest, but he was really good at what he did, and he wholly deserved that promotion, and so, so much more.

I told him goodnight, too, and put my phone away. I lay on my back, staring up at the ceiling in the dark. Then, unable to stop myself, I grabbed my phone again and looked at the two last pictures saved to my camera roll. I was mesmerized as I stared at the one of Henry kissing my cheek. I looked happier than I'd ever seen myself, and Henry's side profile was quite possibly one of the hottest things I'd seen. I trailed my finger over his jaw, wishing I could do the same in person.

Just as I shook my head and wanted to lock my phone again, a text came in, this one being from Cynthia.

ASDFGHJKL

That was all it said, along with an attached link. Confused, I clicked the link, and it led me to one of the many gossip sites out there. My heart nearly stopped when I saw what the article was about, let alone when I saw the attached pictures.

Henry Cavill broke up with his model girlfriend Alyssa Jeanes just three months ago, but he seems to be completely over her already. He was seen gallivanting near Miami Beach today with an unidentified brunette. Henry is filming his next movie If You Love Someone, a romantic comedy, in Miami, and it's looking like he's doing quite well for himself on the romance and comedy fronts. He and his mystery brunette were seen laughing and hugging in the ocean, and we honestly can't say who we're more jealous of: the brunette for being able to sidle up to Henry, or Henry for having such a smoking hot new girlfriend. The world may never know, but we do know that they make a gorgeous couple. More pictures down below.

I stared at the pictures speechlessly. I could get how whoever had written this had gotten the idea Henry and I were an item. In these pictures, we actually did look like a couple. And there were a lot of pictures. Pictures of us laughing in the sea. Pictures of Henry's arms around my waist before he pulled me under water. Pictures of me slung over his shoulder, laughing and shrieking. Pictures of us tanning side by side, either both engrossed in our books or talking to each other with big smiles on our faces.

The pictures made me feel an ache in my chest. I wanted the article to be true so badly, but it wasn't. I put my phone away, not even bothering to respond to Cynthia. I'd do so tomorrow. Right now I didn't feel like saying that I wasn't actually with Henry.

Speaking of Henry, I hoped he wouldn't be mad about the article, or the pictures. He didn't seem like the kind of guy who would be upset about it, but my anxiety-filled mind could never be sure.

I put the phone away, connecting it to the charger, and closed my eyes in an attempt to fall asleep. It took hours before I finally did.

*~*~*~*~*

Wednesday, April 13, 2019.

The next morning was both too early and way too nerve wracking. I was alone in the makeup trailer, having to do a scene without Henry first. I'd be filming a fight between Amelia and Ambrose, my and Scott's characters. They were finally gonna break up (thank God, because Ambrose was a terrible boyfriend to Amelia), but I found I couldn't focus on that scene because I was too worried about the kissing scene we'd be filming this afternoon. As Ella did my hair, I tried to focus on the script in my hands, but the words weren't making their way to my brain.

Actually filming the scene wasn't much better. I kept messing up; missing my mark or saying my lines wrong. Ryan was about ready to give up on me until Natascha came to save the day. We took five, and we had a cup of tea together as she told me funny stories from her past to distract me. It worked remarkably well, and I found I could concentrate much better after that.

When Ryan was finally satisfied about my scene with Scott, I went back to the makeup trailer, where Ella changed my makeup a little and redid my hair so it was in a messy bun.

Halfway through, Henry walked in, looking chipper. He sat down in the chair next to mine and Marie went to work on him.

"Good afternoon, Juliette," Henry said, smiling at me in the mirror. "Did you sleep well?"

"Not really," I answered truthfully. "Ridiculously early call times are no fun for night owls. I only had a few hours of sleep."

"And I could tell by the bags under your eyes," Ella chastised me.

I grimaced. "Sorry, Ella."

"It's okay, dearie. Makeup can work wonders if you know how to use it, and I'd like to think I can use it pretty well."

"You can. You're the best makeup artist I know."

Ella smiled and tapped me on the head with her comb. "Sweet talker."

When we were finished in makeup and hair, Henry and I made our way to the set. As we walked, I asked tentatively, "So... Did you see that article that was posted last night? The one about us at the beach?"

"Yeah, I did. No big deal, right?" Henry said, shrugging the matter off.

"Really?" I raised my eyebrows in disbelief. "I thought you'd be... I don't know, mad or something."

He laughed. "Why would I be mad? It's not exactly an insult to be thought of as your boyfriend. Unless, of course, you see it as an insult to have the world think you're my girlfriend?"

"No, of course not," I said quickly. It'd feel a lot better if I could actually say I'm your girlfriend and mean it, though, I thought. "I just thought you might not like a private outing being photographed."

"I've learned not to mind it as much anymore. Besides, I actually like the pictures. They serve as a good reminder of a really fun day."

I honestly hadn't thought he would think of it that way, but I'm glad he did. This meant at least one of the things I'd been concerned about fell away, but that left the most pressing one: the kissing scene.

We reached the set, and everyone was already there, waiting for us. I guess our conversation had slowed us down.

"All right, so here's the deal," Ryan said by way of greeting. "Juliette, Amelia's just broken up with Scott, and it was intense. You're sitting on the couch, staring blankly ahead, and then Noah comes in. Henry, you're concerned for Amelia and when she tells you what happened, you realize that now's your chance, okay? Juliette, when you say, 'Noah, I just can't do this right now,' you get up from the couch, and Henry, you follow after her. You two kiss, and after you've said all your lines, Amelia storms out of the house, not knowing what to do anymore. Henry, you stay behind, worried you just made a huge mistake. Got it?"

Henry nodded. "Got it. What do you want the kiss to be like?"

Ryan shrugged. "Just kiss. Do whatever you think would come naturally to your characters. I'll let you two choreograph it."

"What if it comes naturally to kiss for a second or five minutes?" I asked. "You sure you don't want to give us any more directions?"

"I'm sure. Just remember that the characters you play have wanted to kiss each other for a while, so the passion should be there. That shouldn't be too hard for the two for you to play, right?"

Wondering just what the hell that was supposed to mean, I nodded.

"Good. So, get in position and let's get these cameras rolling."

I sat down on the couch with my legs curled under me just as the lighting adjusted. I ignored all the cameras and all the people standing around me and stared blankly ahead. I had enough that was worrying me, so that part wasn't all too hard for me to act.

"Action!" Ryan yelled.

I continued to stare into space, even when I heard the door opening.

"Amelia?" Henry called out.

Everything within me screamed for me to turn around, to see his face. I guess I had an internal instinct to turn to the sound of his voice. But I stayed exactly as I was, staring blankly at that same spot on the wall.

Henry kneeled in front of me, his hands on my knees to balance himself, and looked up at me with concern-filled eyes. "Amy, are you okay?"

I stayed silent for a few more seconds before finally meeting his eyes. "I broke up with Ambrose."

Almost involuntarily, the corners of Henry's mouth twitched, but he managed to fight the smile, and all that was left was pure concern. "You... You broke up? Are you okay? Do you need me to get the ice cream? Vodka?"

I couldn't help but laugh, shaking my head. "No, I'm good. It's just... He said some things to me, you know? And they hit me pretty hard." I sighed, looking down at my hands to avoid his gaze. "You were right all along, Noah. I should've listened to you, but I didn't. I'm just so stupid."

"Hey, no, you're not," Henry said quickly, cupping my face in his hands. I was Amelia at the moment, but the butterflies in my stomach were entirely Juliette's. "You're one of the smartest people I know." He smiled, saying, "A little stubborn at times, maybe, but smart nonetheless. And you're beautiful. And kind. And passionate. Anything he said to you that makes you believe otherwise, it's pure lies, you get that?" Turning almost angrier than I'd seen him in Harvey's, when he'd protected me from that drunk guy, he said, "I swear to God, if I'd been there, I would've—"

"Noah, don't," I interrupted him. "I can't do this right now." I stood up from the couch and moved to walk away, but he was after me before I could get too far.

He grabbed me by my waist and pulled me close. His thumb gently traced a line under my eye. "Amelia..." he whispered.

I stared at him, taking all of him in. His dark curls that I loved so very much, his beautiful blue eyes with that cute little brown fleck, his almost-straight nose, his jawline, the stubble that drove me crazy, and finally his lips. They were parted slightly as his breathing quickened. There was a small birthmark on his bottom lip that captivated my attention. He was so beautiful it gave me an actual physical ache in my chest, as if someone was squeezing my heart in their hand.

And then he bent his head down and we were kissing. All my worries, everything that had been weighing me down for God knows how long, it all disappeared. All that was left was the feeling of Henry's lips on mine, his arm wrapped around my waist to keep me pressed tightly against him, his hand cupping my face so gently like he was afraid I might break. On their own accord, my arms snaked up to wrap around his shoulders, my fingers tangling themselves in the soft curls at the base of his neck.

The pressure of his mouth on mine hardened, and he forced my lips apart with his own, his tongue coming to meet mine. My heart pounded in my chest, and there was no way he couldn't feel it with how closely pressed together we were.

Turned out Henry was a more than decent kisser, and I only wanted more, more, more...

But he broke the kiss and rested his forehead against mine. We were both breathing hard. My hand slid down his chest to come to a rest over his heart, and I was surprised to find out it was beating as fast as mine was. Was there a chance he might like me too after all? His thumb was stroking my cheek, and it was clouding up my thoughts. It was like clear, coherent thought had temporarily left my skill set.

"Amy, I love you," Henry breathed, staring into my eyes. His blue eyes were sincere and as hypnotizing as ever. "I have loved you ever since we bumped into each other that first day at college and your books sprawled everywhere. Remember that? You were so pissed because you spent all morning printing out your manuscript and it was all over the place and I just couldn't help but think, 'Look at this beautiful goddess.' I was in love with you even then, and it never went away."

I stared up at him, desperately wanting to kiss him again. Instead, I remembered I had lines to say. "I... I'm sorry, I can't do this, Noah. I can't." I managed to break out of his hold and stormed out of the door, breathing hard.

"Aaaaaand cut!" Ryan yelled. "Good job, everyone. I told you you'd get the kiss right. Let's take a small break and try that again. I loved the energy you two had going on, so try to hold on to that, okay?"

I nodded and went to grab a bottle of water, and Natascha stood there to stare at me. "Oh my God!" she hissed. "That kiss was... Holy—" She stopped herself, because at that moment, Henry walked up.

He grabbed a water bottle for himself, twisted the cap off, and took a sip. "You did great out there," he told me with a smile. "You portrayed Amelia's emotions really well just then."

Refusing to admit I wasn't sure how much of that scene was really acted, I smiled at him. "Thanks. You were great, too. You made even me believe every word you said."

He just smiled and walked off to talk to Ryan.

Ryan made us film the scene fourteen more times. I kissed Henry a total of fifteen times, and each kiss seemed better than the one before that. I couldn't get enough. I didn't know if there was something wrong with me or if I really was that attracted to Henry. I also didn't know if there was something wrong with Ryan, because it was the most he'd ever made us do a scene over. By the end of it, I felt like I knew Henry's kisses better than I knew myself. Not that I was complaining. If he'd wanted us to do the scene for a sixteenth time, I'd happily have done so.

After a quick late dinner, I returned to my trailer. It was already one a.m. in Miami, but it was much earlier in Los Angeles and I knew Hanna would still be awake. Still feeling Henry on my lips and my head still floating in the clouds, I dialed her number to relay everything that happened. She'd probably go full-on fangirl on me.

I was right.

She did, and I joined her in her squealing unabashedly.

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Lyrics at the start of the chapter are from Next To You by Jordin Sparks

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