Page 74 of Steamy on Set

I think back to the moment I saw him, and how even through the anger he took my breath away. I don’t think I’ve been breathing right ever since. My lungs are tied to his movements, and a single wrong one could be the end of me. Does it matter if I now gave him the last piece of me to hold?

“What are you thinking about?” he asks, cutting through the silence.

“You.”

“What about me? Don’t tell me you’re ready to go again already? Tsk, tsk, tsk. ” He waggles his fingers at me. “Naughty, naughty.”

I lick the crumbs off my lips, biting the bottom one in my mouth. I stop talking as reluctance pulls at me to stay quiet.

“Hey, it’s just a joke. I need a little bit of time, but then we can have round two.”

I nod, eyes drifting past him, not seeing him at all. I’m looking at a future for us, one that can be decided by how brave I choose to be. So far, he is the only one who has put himself out there. Never once in words have I expressed how I feel. I square my shoulders, sitting up until my back is straight. Bravery pushes against the worry, making me really look at him.

“I don’t think I have said this yet, but you are amazing.”

He smiles and dusts his hands off, before coming to stand in front of me, planting them on either side of my body. I press my forehead against his, breathing him in, relishing in the proximity. “I don’t think I’ve ever met someone as formidable as you. You are a force. I couldn’t ever move you, but having you at my back means nothing can push me down again.”

He laughs, breath heavy against my mouth. I inhale the feel of his joy, letting it spur me on.

“I can’t get enough of you.”

“Oh yeah?” He looks deep into my eyes.

Nodding, I bring my hands up to rest on either side of his face. I hold him with me for a moment, just existing in this, before I push myself to speak again,

“I feel you in my veins. I see you in my mind, I hold you in my heart. Every space in me that was once empty is now full of you, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.” I press my lips against his, pushing everything into this one kiss. When I pull back, I look to make sure he understands what I am saying. “You’re part of me.”

“Farrah,” he says, wrapping his hands around my hips. “You’re part of me, too.”

I close my eyes, seeing it all play out. Every moment that has led us here stands stark in my mind. I’m enraptured by every word we’ve shared, every laugh that has passed between us, and every touch we’ve felt. My heart swells with it all, ready to burst and paint itself all over him, marking him as mine. I want to see him when I say the thing that has sat in my mouth for days now. Opening my eyes, I look straight into his.

“I love you, Errol. I am in love with you.”

His eyes widen as he looks down on me and I hold my breath waiting for him to say something. My mind jumps between each worse case scenario, painfully taking me through everything that could go wrong in each second he doesn’t speak. I try to tell myself it’s okay if he doesn’t feel the same. We’ll survive if he feels differently. I don’t know if I believe it, though.

At the end of the day, the fact that I love him is the truth, and I want him to know that. To know he is worth loving and worth believing in at the same time.

When it seems like he’s not going to say anything at all, his lips press into mine. The feverish rush of his heavy kiss pushes into me, lighting my insides up. In this one gesture, I feel him say it back. I feel him pour into me all the words that have built up in his chest over these last few months.

When he pulls back and takes me in, there is a wondrous look in his eyes.

“I love you, too. I love you with everything that I am and all that I will become. I love every part of you down to your stubborn toes. I love you, Farrah.”

My face cracks with the biggest smile. I can feel it pushing my cheeks to new heights as he speaks the words. His sentiments settle into me, the final piece I need to feel put back togetheragain. He has ruined me for anyone else. I’ll never be the same again after him.

While kissing me, he pulls me off the counter to press against him. His body vibrates with the energy our confessions have generated. The pizza long forgotten, he grabs my hand and pulls me back towards the bedroom to show me how much he means those words.

Chapter 27

Somehowinthewhirlwindof getting to know Errol, filming has gone by. It’s the last day on set for the full cast and crew. Despite the way working here started out, I’m feeling nostalgic about the whole experience. After all, it’s my first and possibly last time acting in a movie.

Laurie finishes up my makeup, and taking a step back, she smiles as she looks at me in the mirror.

“I don’t know if it’s because it’s the last day, but honestly, this is the best you have ever looked,” she says.

I agree with her.

“I’m going to grab some breakfast. Don’t mess up my hard work.” She gives me a stern look before stepping out of the room.

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