Chapter 10
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I look down at Tiffany as she sleeps next to me in bed. Her exhaustion doesn’t show on her face. If anything, she has a slight glow about her, which I’ve never seen before.
My smile widens as the idea of her glow is because of me and our many rounds of amazing sex last night.
I was rough the first time, but I soon softened up and was gentler as we continued on in the bedroom and then in the shower. My heart swells as the images flash through my mind, but a part of me is ashamed for not being gentle from the beginning.
Tiffany never stopped me, no matter how many times we did it.
She was out of control like I was, but my heart ached, and guilt took hold when she couldn’t walk to the bathroom or stand in the shower. That didn’t stop of us, though.
I carried her to the bathroom and held her tight while we took a bath. Unfortunately, her soft, smooth skin is too alluring, and I pinned her up against the shower wall for another round.
As I stare down at my sleeping beauty, my hand caresses her bare chest and slides around her round breasts, which are now littered with hickeys and bite marks. Luckily, I wasn’t a complete idiot. We have more shoots to do for the drama, and I made sure to keep all my marks on her torso where they would normally be covered. She did the same for me.
My hand stops and hoovers over her body as my love confession to her bounces around in my head. Why did I say it? And so soon, too. Did I scare her away? Will this be a one time only?
My stomach twists, and bile rises in my throat thinking about it.
More questions swirl around in my head. None of them I have an answer to.
Fear creeps across me at the thought of potentially ruining a relationship with her before it gets started. Please, don’t let my impatience ruin our future.
I bite my lower lip as my hand continues slowly along the side of her breast. Her nipple hardens.
She smacks her lips and shifts slightly. My eyes dart to her beautiful face and her long dark lashes, almost wishing they would suddenly flutter and she would wake up.
As I enjoy the view, a gnawing feeling creeps over me and about what Tiffany will think of me screaming. I love her. Mentally, I shake my head and push it to the side, before I lean down and lightly kiss her plump pink lips.
I keep my face inches away from her and whisper, “I’m going to take a bath first. I have a shoot first thing this morning. I have to leave, but I’ll leave you a note, so you don’t worry.”
I give her another small kiss before I reluctantly crawl out of bed and head for the bathroom.
***
With a spring in my step and a small grin on my face, I walk onto the set. My thoughts are still on Tiffany and whether I left her enough breakfast. My feet abruptly stop as my breath hitches. Will she be able to walk, or should I go back and check on her? She doesn’t have any work today. She had originally been scheduled to have a day off, but now she will stay in my apartment and recuperate from our activities instead.
I’ll send her a message to remind her the painkillers and water are on the nightstand next to the bed. She needs to take them as soon as she wakes up.
I pull out my phone and type Tiffany a message before heading into the building.
After stepping onto the set, the director rushes up to me. “Trevor. I’m so glad to see you here already. If it is alright with you, I would like to start filming early. If things go well, we might be able to get done early.” Even though it is early in the morning, his short, dark brown hair is a mess with a few strands sticking up here and there, almost like he had been pulling it.
I nod and give him a faint grin. “Not a problem. I can handle going home early.”
He nods back at me. His eyes drop to my neck.
I fight back the urge to cover myself with my hands. It would only make it more obvious something had happened last night.
His eyes narrow as he keeps staring at me.
My heart hammers against my chest. Does he know?
I shift my weight on my feet while my palms glisten with sweat. The entire time, my mind is on hyper drive. Possible reasons for his behavior flash through my mind, but nothing stands out besides him knowing about Tiffany staying the night with me.
Gulp.
I suck in my breath and tentatively ask, “Is there something else?”
My stomach sinks as he keeps his focus on my neck, like there is some hidden secret there. The only problem is there is a hidden secret, but the evidence isn’t on my neck. It is on my chest and lower.
I haven’t had a chance to talk to Tiffany and see where she wants to take our new status, or even if we have one. At the notion of not having anything more than a one-night stand, my stomach churns again and a sour taste fills my mouth.
My heart aches. I can’t let her pull up the professional curtain again.
The corner of his mouth curls downward as he slowly shakes his head. “No. I guess there isn’t anything.”
His voice has something buried within it, but I can’t quite put my finger on it. I almost want to say it is disappointment, but that can’t be possible. He was happy with our shoot yesterday. There is nothing to be disappointed about.
Before I can ask, another crew member calls out from across the set. “Director! There is a problem over here!”
The director puts his hand up in the air and tears his focus off my neck. “Okay. I’ll be right there.”
He glances back at me. “Go get ready for our first shoot. It will be a scene from the hospital with you and the other doctors.” He hands me the script. “Look over everything as you get your makeup done.”
I take the papers from him and drop my gaze down to them as I nod. “Okay.”
“You will do fine.” He pats my arm before he turns and dashes off.
I push any thoughts besides my concerns about today’s shoot out of my mind as I walk off towards the makeup artists’ area.
I open the script and scan through the first page. As I flip to the second page, my phone buzzes. I grab it out of my pocket. My focus drifts from the script to my phone, and my heart skips a beat. A small smile dances across my face as Tiffany’s name flashes across my screen.
I pivot and dash outside. The director’s command for me to get my makeup done is forgotten.
My hand tightens around the phone as I scan the area, trying to find the perfect spot for me to be alone but still close enough to hear if the director comes looking for me.
Before I find a place, my feet head towards the little rest area or ‘park’ a short distance away.
When I’m safe from prying eyes, I open her message. My smile widens as I read it.
“TREVOR!!”
My head whips up, and I spot a crew member by the studio’s door. I wave my hand in the air.
“We are going to shoot soon! You need to get your makeup done!”
I nod. “I’ll be right there!”
I glance back down at my phone. My smile grows even wider when I see her message.
‘I can’t wait to see you tonight.’
My stomach flutters and the image of her beautiful sleeping face pops into my mind.
Maybe she is open to having a relationship with me.
