going to fire me,” I tell Victor.
Victor claps me on the back, turning me towards the set we are filming on today. “He might have heard that you walked off set two days ago. He might have suggested giving everyone a day off, to rest and relax, before filming again. He might have also stated that he was coming down specifically to see you and make you as comfortable as possible.”
“And how did he find out about me walking off set? I don’t think a cameraman called and told him.” I look at Victor, both of my golden eyebrows raised.
Victor gives me a sly smile, turning me once again towards set. “It slipped out. I’m so terribly sorry about that.”
“You’re not sorry at all. You little shit,” I mutter.
Victor, for some dumb reason, wanted this to be like a real wedding. So no one in the cast saw me until it was time for me to walk down the aisle. The makeup girls flutter around me, making me glow, I assume, considering it’s my wedding day. While my mood was lifted after my talk with Mr. Wright, getting ready to film has me on edge again.
Times like these I wish I could call Dr. Lily and ask her why the hell I’m like this. One minute I’m completely fine, living my life, the next I’m hiding in my house, scared to leave because the world is a big scary place and I was all alone. I can’t stand being mad, and I can’t stand being mad when I have no actual reason to be mad. So what, my co-worker is a pain in the ass, I’m sure people with everyday kind of jobs have co-workers they want to murder in their sleep.
I just need to suck it the fuck up.
I’m directed to stand at the doors with my fake father, my arm wrapped around his. Victor yells action and the doors swing open. Wedding music is playing in the background, properly to set the right mood. My eyes immediately look for Ryan, mostly because that’s where my character would be looking. Jessy would want her eyes solely on Wren. She wouldn’t see anything else today but him. So that’s how I find myself damn near lost in an icy winter storm with the name of Ryan.
My feet move slowly across the red carpet laid out for the aisle. My eyes continue to stare right into Ryan’s. I can’t even tell you how I made it down the aisle without tripping.
‘Across the Universe’ plays out in my head, my go-to song in times of great distress. And it fits me so right; in this moment nothing is going to change my world. Ryan fucking Danse is not going to make me feel something I don’t want to feel. Lust and I are not friends. Tingles are not shooting up and down my spine.
I think about the way my body reacts after all the times he’s touched me when he didn’t have to. I think about the warmth his skin brings to mine. I think about the sharp intake of air it brings out of me and the shock of how rough those hands are. I still want to know what he does to get them that way.
The fake preacher at the front of the church says something. My fake dad, who hasn’t tried to feel my ass today, says something back. My eyes never leave Ryan. Then his hand is reaching out towards me and I tense, but in a good way. The anticipation of those hands on mine has me even more on edge.
Then his hand is sliding up against mine, pulling me towards him. Now our hands are intertwined as we stand a few inches apart in front of the preacher. We all say our lines, perfectly I might add, and I don’t even notice because my eyes still haven’t left Ryan’s. I feel like I’m lost in a trance and I can’t seem to get out of it. I wish I could but it’s like those few minutes before you get out of bed, you know you shouldn’t but it just feels so good.
I watch, fascinated, as his hands reach for my face slowly and surely. Then those rough hands are caressing against my cheek, cradling my face so gently that I’m surprised the big Aussie has it in him. Those perfectly symmetrical lips descend towards mine and suddenly my mouth is dry and my palms are
Victor claps me on the back, turning me towards the set we are filming on today. “He might have heard that you walked off set two days ago. He might have suggested giving everyone a day off, to rest and relax, before filming again. He might have also stated that he was coming down specifically to see you and make you as comfortable as possible.”
“And how did he find out about me walking off set? I don’t think a cameraman called and told him.” I look at Victor, both of my golden eyebrows raised.
Victor gives me a sly smile, turning me once again towards set. “It slipped out. I’m so terribly sorry about that.”
“You’re not sorry at all. You little shit,” I mutter.
Victor, for some dumb reason, wanted this to be like a real wedding. So no one in the cast saw me until it was time for me to walk down the aisle. The makeup girls flutter around me, making me glow, I assume, considering it’s my wedding day. While my mood was lifted after my talk with Mr. Wright, getting ready to film has me on edge again.
Times like these I wish I could call Dr. Lily and ask her why the hell I’m like this. One minute I’m completely fine, living my life, the next I’m hiding in my house, scared to leave because the world is a big scary place and I was all alone. I can’t stand being mad, and I can’t stand being mad when I have no actual reason to be mad. So what, my co-worker is a pain in the ass, I’m sure people with everyday kind of jobs have co-workers they want to murder in their sleep.
I just need to suck it the fuck up.
I’m directed to stand at the doors with my fake father, my arm wrapped around his. Victor yells action and the doors swing open. Wedding music is playing in the background, properly to set the right mood. My eyes immediately look for Ryan, mostly because that’s where my character would be looking. Jessy would want her eyes solely on Wren. She wouldn’t see anything else today but him. So that’s how I find myself damn near lost in an icy winter storm with the name of Ryan.
My feet move slowly across the red carpet laid out for the aisle. My eyes continue to stare right into Ryan’s. I can’t even tell you how I made it down the aisle without tripping.
‘Across the Universe’ plays out in my head, my go-to song in times of great distress. And it fits me so right; in this moment nothing is going to change my world. Ryan fucking Danse is not going to make me feel something I don’t want to feel. Lust and I are not friends. Tingles are not shooting up and down my spine.
I think about the way my body reacts after all the times he’s touched me when he didn’t have to. I think about the warmth his skin brings to mine. I think about the sharp intake of air it brings out of me and the shock of how rough those hands are. I still want to know what he does to get them that way.
The fake preacher at the front of the church says something. My fake dad, who hasn’t tried to feel my ass today, says something back. My eyes never leave Ryan. Then his hand is reaching out towards me and I tense, but in a good way. The anticipation of those hands on mine has me even more on edge.
Then his hand is sliding up against mine, pulling me towards him. Now our hands are intertwined as we stand a few inches apart in front of the preacher. We all say our lines, perfectly I might add, and I don’t even notice because my eyes still haven’t left Ryan’s. I feel like I’m lost in a trance and I can’t seem to get out of it. I wish I could but it’s like those few minutes before you get out of bed, you know you shouldn’t but it just feels so good.
I watch, fascinated, as his hands reach for my face slowly and surely. Then those rough hands are caressing against my cheek, cradling my face so gently that I’m surprised the big Aussie has it in him. Those perfectly symmetrical lips descend towards mine and suddenly my mouth is dry and my palms are
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