Page 28 of Baby Love

“SPPT will put out teasers once we start filming.”

“Do you know when that will be?”

“After next week, I think.”

Resting his head on my shoulder, Spin frowns. “That soon?”

“Yeah. Everything will be okay. You’ll be ready, don’t worry.”

“Are you sure about that? We’re filming the love scenes first. That’s going to be so…” He leaves off with a frown.

“Awkward?” I provide. “But you don’t seem to feel awkward around me right now.”

He sighs. “This is different. I like being close to people like this.” He suddenly lifts his his head and moves back a little. “Does it bother you? I should have asked. I’m really bad about forgetting to do that, and I know some people don’t like to be touched all the time the way I do.”

“Of course I don’t mind,” I assure him. “I like that you’re affectionate.”

Spin sighs. “That’s a relief. Anyway, in my last role, Bang and I only kissed chastely.”

I lift my arm, inviting him in for a cuddle. When he’s next to me, I give him a reassuring squeeze. “Skinship is the key. Remember how much better we did after practicing with Khun Aat?”

Spin’s quiet for a moment. Then, “Can we do that again? Please?”

“What, practice? Here?”

“Yeah.” He reaches into the side table drawer and pulls out his script. “This love scene is pretty intense. We’ve practiced the initial kiss, but the scene goes on from there. Is P’Big planning to just throw that at us without any practice?”

“Probably,” I say. “It’s up to us how we want to deal with it. He’ll tell us if he wants to change something.”

“I’d rather practice it now in private, wouldn’t you? Oh, but you need to get home.”

“I’ve got some time,” I say, figuring Anya will bathe at Khun Lee’s like she usually does when I pick her up after a certain time.

Looking at the script, Spin suddenly groans. “We’re going to take our shirts off!” His expression is so stricken I can’t help but smile.

“Does that bother you?”

Spin shrugs, lips pursed in a pout.

“Tar and Payu take their shirts off all the time,” I remind him. “Maybe it’s the secret of their success.”

I’m teasing, but Spin appears to think about it. After a moment, his expression clears. Picking up his phone again, he scrolls through it. “I downloaded one of their scenes earlier this week.” Our heads pressed together, we watch a love scene from Tar and Payu’s last series.

“They’re French kissing,” Spin points out. “All the really hot couples are doing that and more. They’re sucking on each other’s tongues, biting lips, tweaking nipples…” He continues listing what actors are doing in NC scenes, looking innocent yet determined at the same time, but I blank out, unable to think of anything else but doing those things with Spin. In private, not on camara.

“We don’t have to do all that,” I manage to say once I realize he’s stopped talking.

“One of our scenes is 18+. It’s got to be hot.” Suddenly not looking so nervous anymore, Spin peruses my body. “Take off your shirt.”

“What? Now?”

“Yes. Come on, come on.” He waves his hands for me to get on with it.

Frowning, I reach behind my neck and pull my T-shirt over my head, marveling at how bossy my shy little partner suddenly got. Evidently, he’s got a competitive side and has decided no one’s going to outshine us.

I can get on board with that.

Chapter Eleven: Spin

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