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parked smartly in the driveway.
We got out, and I stared up at the house with a very impressed expression. 'I knew you must have one hell of a lovely house,' I said with a smile.
Connor fidgeted with his keys bashfully. 'It's only rented,' he admitted. 'If I'm only staying for a short while, I take a hotel room, but if I'm staying for longer I take the house.'
'It's still very nice,' I told him.
'Thanks,' he replied with a smile, and we walked together up the front path to the door.
* * *
About a quarter of an hour later, I was sitting in Connor's living room with the man himself, perched on a very comfortable couch with a hot cup of tea in my hands. I had been very delighted by how modern and stylish the interior of this house was, despite the fact that Connor had said it felt a little empty to him. It had several times the living space of my own pitiful flat, and about a hundred times more style. The carpets were rich and thick - I had insisted on taking off my shoes, even though Connor walked all over them with his sneakers still on - and the walls had some very fine wallpaper. Even though the house wasn't mansion-size, it still managed to be roomy and comfortable at the same time. I found myself wondering whether upstairs was just as inviting...
Connor sat himself down opposite me, in what was obviously his usual chair, judging by the squashed state of the cushions. His own drink steamed in his mug, which he tentatively sipped from. I watched him sprawl himself out in his chair with a feeling very close to fondness...
'So...you're off to the US tomorrow?' I asked heavily, unable to keep the regretful tone out of my voice. Connor sighed, lowering his eyes and absently running a long finger around the rim of his mug.
'Aye,' he answered. 'I've got preparation for that film to do...'
'Which film are you working on?' I enquired with casual interest, even though I knew already.
'It's this film called "Twenty Miles Below",' Connor told me, a spark of liveliness returning to his eyes. 'It's set underground, which should look fantastic when production's over - and I've been cast as the lead, who's a miner.'
'A miner, eh?' I repeated, eyes glazing as I found myself overwhelmed by images of Connor shirtless, streaked with dirt and gleaming with perspiration. After a few seconds, I realised he was still looking at me, so I hurriedly snapped out of my reverie and added: 'That's cool.'
He gave a smile full of humour. 'I'll probably have to start going back to the gym again for this one...' he laughed, as if he had seen my mental images. I laughed with him, taking a quick sip of my drink to save myself from having to speak again before I had managed to stifle the blush.
'It's been a nice little break for me here in England,' Connor said musingly. 'I don't usually get a chance to really relax like this. Life can get hectic...'
'I thought you were here for a photoshoot?' I asked.
Connor pulled a face. 'Two, actually,' he grinned. 'One at Robert Leeton's, the other at Sandra Maressi's. I just decided to allow myself a little week or two off, seeing as I'm here...'
I nodded idly, looking down into my cup for a second pensively. 'Did your photoshoots go well?' I enquired politely.
'They did, yes,' he replied, arching his back and lazily scratching the back of his head with his free hand. 'Leeton does the black-and-white ones with odd backgrounds, and Maressi dresses me up in suits and tells me to look sexy.' He gave a bashful little laugh at the recollection, the expressive lines around his mouth deepening. 'This time she gave me some shades and shone a bright light in my face...those photoshoots are fun, but I usually end up walking out of them half-blinded, I can tell you!' He chuckled, then turned his head to one side, giving me a thoughtful smile. 'You know, that might be why I ended up bumping into you like that, when we met,' he told me. 'I was seeing
We got out, and I stared up at the house with a very impressed expression. 'I knew you must have one hell of a lovely house,' I said with a smile.
Connor fidgeted with his keys bashfully. 'It's only rented,' he admitted. 'If I'm only staying for a short while, I take a hotel room, but if I'm staying for longer I take the house.'
'It's still very nice,' I told him.
'Thanks,' he replied with a smile, and we walked together up the front path to the door.
* * *
About a quarter of an hour later, I was sitting in Connor's living room with the man himself, perched on a very comfortable couch with a hot cup of tea in my hands. I had been very delighted by how modern and stylish the interior of this house was, despite the fact that Connor had said it felt a little empty to him. It had several times the living space of my own pitiful flat, and about a hundred times more style. The carpets were rich and thick - I had insisted on taking off my shoes, even though Connor walked all over them with his sneakers still on - and the walls had some very fine wallpaper. Even though the house wasn't mansion-size, it still managed to be roomy and comfortable at the same time. I found myself wondering whether upstairs was just as inviting...
Connor sat himself down opposite me, in what was obviously his usual chair, judging by the squashed state of the cushions. His own drink steamed in his mug, which he tentatively sipped from. I watched him sprawl himself out in his chair with a feeling very close to fondness...
'So...you're off to the US tomorrow?' I asked heavily, unable to keep the regretful tone out of my voice. Connor sighed, lowering his eyes and absently running a long finger around the rim of his mug.
'Aye,' he answered. 'I've got preparation for that film to do...'
'Which film are you working on?' I enquired with casual interest, even though I knew already.
'It's this film called "Twenty Miles Below",' Connor told me, a spark of liveliness returning to his eyes. 'It's set underground, which should look fantastic when production's over - and I've been cast as the lead, who's a miner.'
'A miner, eh?' I repeated, eyes glazing as I found myself overwhelmed by images of Connor shirtless, streaked with dirt and gleaming with perspiration. After a few seconds, I realised he was still looking at me, so I hurriedly snapped out of my reverie and added: 'That's cool.'
He gave a smile full of humour. 'I'll probably have to start going back to the gym again for this one...' he laughed, as if he had seen my mental images. I laughed with him, taking a quick sip of my drink to save myself from having to speak again before I had managed to stifle the blush.
'It's been a nice little break for me here in England,' Connor said musingly. 'I don't usually get a chance to really relax like this. Life can get hectic...'
'I thought you were here for a photoshoot?' I asked.
Connor pulled a face. 'Two, actually,' he grinned. 'One at Robert Leeton's, the other at Sandra Maressi's. I just decided to allow myself a little week or two off, seeing as I'm here...'
I nodded idly, looking down into my cup for a second pensively. 'Did your photoshoots go well?' I enquired politely.
'They did, yes,' he replied, arching his back and lazily scratching the back of his head with his free hand. 'Leeton does the black-and-white ones with odd backgrounds, and Maressi dresses me up in suits and tells me to look sexy.' He gave a bashful little laugh at the recollection, the expressive lines around his mouth deepening. 'This time she gave me some shades and shone a bright light in my face...those photoshoots are fun, but I usually end up walking out of them half-blinded, I can tell you!' He chuckled, then turned his head to one side, giving me a thoughtful smile. 'You know, that might be why I ended up bumping into you like that, when we met,' he told me. 'I was seeing
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