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“I heard.” I don’t bother saying that I should go, too.
He doesn’t release the hold he has on my arms. Nor do I want him to. He’s silent for a beat before his gaze drops down to my lips. A stirring in my belly happens, and the urge to know what his lips feel like on mine overcomes me.
“What are your plans this weekend?”
The question surprises me so much that it takes a few seconds to process it.
“This weekend?” I take a second to clear my head. “Saturday mornings I walk the Hollywood Hills with Mya followed by brunch. Then I’ll probably work my part-time job. Sundays …” I shrug.
“Don’t tell me you work more on Sundays.” His voice deepens as if he’s giving me an order.
“Not lately,” I confess. Since I’ve started working full-time, I try my best to allow myself some downtime.
He nods, satisfied. Andreas’ eyes drop to my lips again. He opens his mouth to speak but there’s another knock on the door, harder this time.
“Two minutes,” the man shouts through the door.
“Coming!” Andreas’ voice fills with frustration. When he turns his gaze on me, his eyes are intense, almost vibrating. “I want to kiss you right now, but I don’t have enough time to savor it the way I want. And I refuse to have our first kiss rushed.”
He runs the tip of his thumb along my bottom lip, causing me to shiver. Warm anticipation fills my body.
“Don’t work too hard today,” he tells me, leaning in and kissing my forehead.
My eyelids fall closed, and a slow breath releases from my lungs. Andreas squeezes my arms before releasing me.
“I’ll see you soon,” he says like he means it. As if he’s anticipating the next moment he’s in my presence.
I watch him walk away. Before he exits, he pauses and looks back at me, a remorseful expression on his face. There’s a look akin to longing in his gaze. I know it because it’s the same emotion coursing through my body.
Only once the door closes behind Andreas does the temperature in the trailer cool off by at least five degrees. I have to shake myself out of my stupor, remembering that I’m in histrailer, and not back in the closet, doing one of the million tasks that I need to complete for the day.
Though the rest of the day flies by in a blur, my body refuses to shake off the tingling sensation left behind by Andreas’ lips on my skin.
CHAPTER 10
Andreas
“It’s too fucking hot,” Scott Stone, an actor and one of my best friends in L.A., complains as we hike up the dirt trail.
“You workout five days a week and you're complaining about a little hike?” I glare at him, but make sure to keep my baseball cap tucked low on my forehead.
Most people who recognize us around the city let it slide, or at least will slyly take a photo with their phone and leave us in peace. But there are often tourists, or those new to the city, who’ll go overboard once they spot any type of celebrity.
Generally, I don’t mind the excitement. Today’s different. Today I’m on a mission to see one person and one person only.
“Yeah, in an air-conditioned gym,” Scott replies. “Not underneath the glaring glint of the sun. This can’t be good for our health. Did you wear your sunscreen? Shit, I think I’ve gotten burned already.” He swipes the back of his neck, testing out his theory.
“Glaring glint of the sun? You’re still thinking about taking on that Shakespeare remake, huh?”
He chuckles. “What do you think? Was it Julius Caesar-ish enough?”
I snort. “I think you need to put in a few more classes with Victor, my friend.” I laugh when he gives me the finger.
“Also, stop fucking complaining. It’s barely seven in the morning. The sun isn’t even at its strongest yet.” We’ve been hiking for ten minutes and neither one of us has even broken out in a sweat.
Scott and I starred in a few commercials together when we were both teens and a few other projects over the years.
Afterward he went on to do a couple of movies that, unfortunately, didn’t perform well. Now, he’s back to starring in a series that’s exclusive on a popular streaming company.
