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love his artistic directions and watching several of his previous films gave me chills. He was going to bring depth to my characters that I had not previously thought of.
Casting hadn't been as simple—or easy—as I had imagined. I had a specific guy in my head to play the part of Thomas, but he wasn't showing up. I wanted a newbie—a fresh face. Nothing really grabbed me in the photos I had seen. And the few men that we had asked to come in for an audition hadn’t done anything for me. Christopher had heard how frustrated I was about this process, and asked another director friend for her assistance. Hopefully, she knew someone who could play the part of my male lead, Thomas.
"How was your day?" Andrew's fingers tickled as they circled around my bare stomach. We had spent many hours reconnecting, and talking in bed always seemed to bring us closer. Being totally exposed while baring your heart was freeing, in a way, and it was becoming a ritual between us. No matter what time of day, after lovemaking, we would spend time talking.
"I'm thinking that I will never find the right person to play Thomas."
"I'll do it."
"Absolutely not!" Andrew lifted his head off of my stomach, surprised and a bit hurt. I didn't mean for it to come out so harsh. My heart started beating out of my chest. "I'm sorry. That came out the wrong way."
"Why wouldn't you want me to play Thomas?"
"I didn't know that you were interested."
Oh, God, please don't let him be interested.
"I would be, for you." I looked at him, speechless. "I know what it is; you don't want me to do all of those sexy love scenes you’ve created."
I had to tell him the real reason. I sat up, propping my back up against the headboard and started to say, "Andrew…"
"You do know those scenes are done with the utmost professionalism, right?" He grinned sympathetically; like he felt bad that he had to do them.
"That's not it. Oh, and I don't want to think about you doing that stuff by the way."
"Now that I think about it, I only want to do 'that stuff' with you. You know...it's been a while…" he said crawling up my body as he hovered over me. "…Since we acted out one of your chapters." He started nipping at my neck.
Feeling his lips brush over my skin caused a quick diversion of thought, yet my mind was still torn. I needed to tell him.
"Hey, where are you?" He tilted his head staring into my eyes.
"Sorry, just thinking."
He lifted my head to look at him. "It will work out. Follow your instincts and you will find the perfect Thomas."
I stared back, lost in the depth of his eyes, before saying, "I love you."
Andrew started to place soft kisses around my lips. "I'm going to make passionate love to you now," he said and threw the sheets over our heads. Needless to say, talking was over.
"You ready?" I asked Andrew as we pulled up in front of my childhood home.
"I brought beer. Your Dad has to like me now."
I laughed, and said, "I told you that he already likes you. He just needs to get to know you better."
"The beer should help," he said, grabbing the twelve-pack from the back seat.
"Maybe we should have brought more," I said laughing.
Andrew looked as if he wanted to run.
"Andria?"
"In here, Pilar," I yelled from inside my bedroom. She walked into my room as I was drying my hair. I was seated at my old vanity table. "What's up?"
"We haven't had much time alone since you arrived."
"Okay?" She busied herself around the room, dusting things with the kitchen rag in her hand. I watched her from my mirror. "Is everything okay?"
She turned, staring at me in the mirror and said, "I was going to ask you the same thing."
I gave her a quizzical look. "I'm good."
"Are you really?"
"Why would you ask that?"
"I have known you since you were a little girl. I have seen you grow up into a beautiful young lady, by the way." She smiled warmly. "I know you're happy, but there's something behind those blue eyes that are saying otherwise. Is everything okay with
Casting hadn't been as simple—or easy—as I had imagined. I had a specific guy in my head to play the part of Thomas, but he wasn't showing up. I wanted a newbie—a fresh face. Nothing really grabbed me in the photos I had seen. And the few men that we had asked to come in for an audition hadn’t done anything for me. Christopher had heard how frustrated I was about this process, and asked another director friend for her assistance. Hopefully, she knew someone who could play the part of my male lead, Thomas.
"How was your day?" Andrew's fingers tickled as they circled around my bare stomach. We had spent many hours reconnecting, and talking in bed always seemed to bring us closer. Being totally exposed while baring your heart was freeing, in a way, and it was becoming a ritual between us. No matter what time of day, after lovemaking, we would spend time talking.
"I'm thinking that I will never find the right person to play Thomas."
"I'll do it."
"Absolutely not!" Andrew lifted his head off of my stomach, surprised and a bit hurt. I didn't mean for it to come out so harsh. My heart started beating out of my chest. "I'm sorry. That came out the wrong way."
"Why wouldn't you want me to play Thomas?"
"I didn't know that you were interested."
Oh, God, please don't let him be interested.
"I would be, for you." I looked at him, speechless. "I know what it is; you don't want me to do all of those sexy love scenes you’ve created."
I had to tell him the real reason. I sat up, propping my back up against the headboard and started to say, "Andrew…"
"You do know those scenes are done with the utmost professionalism, right?" He grinned sympathetically; like he felt bad that he had to do them.
"That's not it. Oh, and I don't want to think about you doing that stuff by the way."
"Now that I think about it, I only want to do 'that stuff' with you. You know...it's been a while…" he said crawling up my body as he hovered over me. "…Since we acted out one of your chapters." He started nipping at my neck.
Feeling his lips brush over my skin caused a quick diversion of thought, yet my mind was still torn. I needed to tell him.
"Hey, where are you?" He tilted his head staring into my eyes.
"Sorry, just thinking."
He lifted my head to look at him. "It will work out. Follow your instincts and you will find the perfect Thomas."
I stared back, lost in the depth of his eyes, before saying, "I love you."
Andrew started to place soft kisses around my lips. "I'm going to make passionate love to you now," he said and threw the sheets over our heads. Needless to say, talking was over.
"You ready?" I asked Andrew as we pulled up in front of my childhood home.
"I brought beer. Your Dad has to like me now."
I laughed, and said, "I told you that he already likes you. He just needs to get to know you better."
"The beer should help," he said, grabbing the twelve-pack from the back seat.
"Maybe we should have brought more," I said laughing.
Andrew looked as if he wanted to run.
"Andria?"
"In here, Pilar," I yelled from inside my bedroom. She walked into my room as I was drying my hair. I was seated at my old vanity table. "What's up?"
"We haven't had much time alone since you arrived."
"Okay?" She busied herself around the room, dusting things with the kitchen rag in her hand. I watched her from my mirror. "Is everything okay?"
She turned, staring at me in the mirror and said, "I was going to ask you the same thing."
I gave her a quizzical look. "I'm good."
"Are you really?"
"Why would you ask that?"
"I have known you since you were a little girl. I have seen you grow up into a beautiful young lady, by the way." She smiled warmly. "I know you're happy, but there's something behind those blue eyes that are saying otherwise. Is everything okay with
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