Page 33 of Behind the Scenes
The director asked a question I couldn’t hear, and then there were nods from around the group.
“Quiet on set!”
The lights around us were dimmed, and all focus was on the actors. The warehouse had been transformed to look like a bedroom, fake lights shining through the fake window making it look like we were high up in a downtown apartment of some kind.
As soon as the director yelled “Action!”, Harley was all over the other actor.
It was raw, unfiltered. As soon as their lips met, she had her hands in Harley’s hair, tugging at it. Harley grabbed her legs and hoisted them around her waist before slamming the girl into the set wall.
I was surprised it stayed up given the sheer aggression of it.
They were pressed together, saying lines between kisses, but I couldn’t hear them. I mean, I could, but my brain wasn’t computing. It all washed away as I watched the crazy murderer make the scene feel so…real.
It was uncomfortable to watch, but not because of the intimacy of it.
Because of the way it heated my body up, top to bottom.
I’m going insane.
There was no other reason for me to get turned on watching a murderer in a fake makeout session with a fucking actor.
Or jealous, damn it.
I had felt that same heat when she pushed me up against the alley wall. And maybe a small part of me had fantasized about her doing the exact same thing to me when her lips had trailed my neck. Lifting me up. Rubbing against me.
Insane. Messed up in the head.
My brain was working overtime to try to push down the excitement. The rush. How turned on she made me. The anger I wasfeeling should have been enough to drown out everything else, but instead it just intensified it.
I had to focus.
I’m angry at her.
Angry at the situation.
Angry at how it’s making me feel.
Fuck.
When Harley’s hands started to wander up the girl’s shirt as she writhed, the director called, “Cut!” and I could finally catch my breath.
Both actors pulled away, looking at the director.
“Start from the top,” he commanded without any other explanation.
Penelope leaned close. “This may take a while.”
And take a while it did.
I had to watch, over and over again, as they made out against the wall. Had to listen as the director gave instructions to make it hotter, heavier. More panting. More moaning.
No one was fazed by this.
Except me.
It wasn’t until what felt like the millionth time that he finally had whatever it was he wanted and called for a set change.
Harley’s eyes sought mine immediately, and the smile she gave me with her swollen lips and tousled hair… It had me flushing in a way I’d never experienced before.
