Read Online Act Like You Love Me (An Accidentally in Love Novel) (Entangled: Bliss) by Cindi Madsen - Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Cindi Madsen
Tags: Romance, Contemporary, series, small town, entangled publishing, bait and switch, Bliss, Cindi Madsen, fake relationship, high school crush, accidentally in love, falling for her fiancé
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beat faster and her head swam. The pressure of his lips increased for a delicious moment, and then they were gone. A quick, simple kiss, but when his mouth left hers, she felt its absence so strongly that she couldn’t think about anything else for a couple of seconds. Her breath was stuck somewhere in her lungs and her lips still tingled, living the sensation over and over again. Sawyer’s eyes bored into her, and she swore there was desire playing in the green… Heat wound through her body, her hands itched to reach out and touch him. And then she remembered she was supposed to. She ran her fingers through his hair and felt the whisper of his breath on her wrist as he exhaled.
“Wow, that was good,” Wendy said from the front, breaking Brynn from her trance.
Brynn stepped back and swallowed, but her throat wasn’t working right. Sawyer’s eyes never left hers, and one corner of his mouth curved up in a smug, self-satisfied way.
“It was all right, I suppose,” Brynn said, working to keep her voice steady. She crossed her arms and shrugged. “For a first-timer, anyway.”
That only made Sawyer’s smile grow wider.
“But you didn’t kneel,” Leo said. “The stage directions clearly say kneel.”
Sawyer turned to Leo, and he looked surprised to see him standing there. “I, uh, think you should stand to kiss her. It’ll be less awkward and hopefully fix what’s been missing. Let’s at least try it.”
Brynn couldn’t help but watch Sawyer as he jumped off the stage, not bothering with the stairs. Funny how she’d dreamed of kissing him all the time in high school, but her fantasy wasn’t even close to the real thing, and that was when the real thing was a quick fake kiss onstage. Her heart felt like it’d just been wrung out and shoved back in her chest.
Stupid emotions. Why were they doing this to her? Why did she want someone so badly whom she shouldn’t want at all?
“Cecily?” Leo snapped his fingers in front of her face. “Don’t you want to tell me about our broken engagement and how you forgave me?” Whenever they were onstage—or even off, actually—Leo insisted on calling her Cecily, just like he wanted to be called Algernon at all times. And that was fine. But for once, she didn’t want to be a character who fell in love. She wanted to be Brynn, the girl who found the right guy and fell in love. But she pulled herself together and powered through.
And their scene was better. She was sure it had nothing to do with the fact that she closed her eyes and pretended it was Sawyer kissing her again.
Nope. Nothing at all.
…
Sawyer watched the scene play out, and while he kept telling himself Brynn and Leo were only actors, the muscles between his shoulder blades had gotten tighter with every take. He knew he could have no claim on Brynn, but he also knew he wanted one. While he’d been trying to prove a point with the scene, it’d taken all his control not to kiss her in a completely non-1800s-approved way.
And he sure as hell didn’t want to watch Leo kiss her one more time. “Okay, let’s move to the next scene.”
They moved on to where Cecily and Gwendolyn met for the first time. The play was really starting to grow on him—the material, working on a scene and seeing it get better. Sawyer settled back in his seat, now used to the fact that there was hardly any padding in it.
As the director, he probably should be paying attention to the entire scene, but he couldn’t take his eyes off Brynn. Their eyes met and she quickly glanced away. Every time they were together, he thought things were going well. They’d talk, she’d smile—she had the perfect smile. Nice full lips that he now knew were as soft as they looked. He liked the sexy cat-eye thing she did with her makeup, too. Then there were her curves…
Sawyer’s pulse cranked up and he took a drink from his water bottle in an attempt to cool down. Once he was in better control, he forced himself to watch the
“Wow, that was good,” Wendy said from the front, breaking Brynn from her trance.
Brynn stepped back and swallowed, but her throat wasn’t working right. Sawyer’s eyes never left hers, and one corner of his mouth curved up in a smug, self-satisfied way.
“It was all right, I suppose,” Brynn said, working to keep her voice steady. She crossed her arms and shrugged. “For a first-timer, anyway.”
That only made Sawyer’s smile grow wider.
“But you didn’t kneel,” Leo said. “The stage directions clearly say kneel.”
Sawyer turned to Leo, and he looked surprised to see him standing there. “I, uh, think you should stand to kiss her. It’ll be less awkward and hopefully fix what’s been missing. Let’s at least try it.”
Brynn couldn’t help but watch Sawyer as he jumped off the stage, not bothering with the stairs. Funny how she’d dreamed of kissing him all the time in high school, but her fantasy wasn’t even close to the real thing, and that was when the real thing was a quick fake kiss onstage. Her heart felt like it’d just been wrung out and shoved back in her chest.
Stupid emotions. Why were they doing this to her? Why did she want someone so badly whom she shouldn’t want at all?
“Cecily?” Leo snapped his fingers in front of her face. “Don’t you want to tell me about our broken engagement and how you forgave me?” Whenever they were onstage—or even off, actually—Leo insisted on calling her Cecily, just like he wanted to be called Algernon at all times. And that was fine. But for once, she didn’t want to be a character who fell in love. She wanted to be Brynn, the girl who found the right guy and fell in love. But she pulled herself together and powered through.
And their scene was better. She was sure it had nothing to do with the fact that she closed her eyes and pretended it was Sawyer kissing her again.
Nope. Nothing at all.
…
Sawyer watched the scene play out, and while he kept telling himself Brynn and Leo were only actors, the muscles between his shoulder blades had gotten tighter with every take. He knew he could have no claim on Brynn, but he also knew he wanted one. While he’d been trying to prove a point with the scene, it’d taken all his control not to kiss her in a completely non-1800s-approved way.
And he sure as hell didn’t want to watch Leo kiss her one more time. “Okay, let’s move to the next scene.”
They moved on to where Cecily and Gwendolyn met for the first time. The play was really starting to grow on him—the material, working on a scene and seeing it get better. Sawyer settled back in his seat, now used to the fact that there was hardly any padding in it.
As the director, he probably should be paying attention to the entire scene, but he couldn’t take his eyes off Brynn. Their eyes met and she quickly glanced away. Every time they were together, he thought things were going well. They’d talk, she’d smile—she had the perfect smile. Nice full lips that he now knew were as soft as they looked. He liked the sexy cat-eye thing she did with her makeup, too. Then there were her curves…
Sawyer’s pulse cranked up and he took a drink from his water bottle in an attempt to cool down. Once he was in better control, he forced himself to watch the
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