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KATE
WasDrew openly flirting with me?
Like, on purpose?
The thought made my stomach flip-flop.
Maybe working on this scene was a good idea after our deep conversation. We had finally said something about the big elephant in the room. And though I hated the thought of Drew punishing himself for Aiden's death for so long, part of me was relieved he hadn't disappeared from my life because I was a bad kisser.
Even though things were still not completely solved between us, I hoped that we'd be closer to where I wanted us to go. Today's scene was likely to be super awkward, but when all was said and done, I wouldn't mind some good old-fashioned flirting with Drew. It would be like reliving high school…but only the good parts. I could be my old self again, free and unafraid of what love could do to you.
Drew scooted his chair closer. "So you're saying this guy wants to be a good guy, right?"
"Right." I nodded. I worked up the courage to say my next words. "I need to find a way to get this bad guy and the girl to actually kiss, because as you probably know, so much can be communicated in a kiss."
"Well," Drew said, scratching his chin as if thinking deeply. "If I was a bad guy who wants to become a good guy but isn’t quite there yet, I'd probably just grab the girl, trap her in a corner, and start making-out with her."
I gasped. "You wouldn't…"
"Well, I, Drew Burrows, wouldn't, but we're talking about Treven. You did say he was a bad guy, right?"
"Yeah but…" I swallowed, trying to get my voice to come out even and unaffected instead of on the verge of squeaking like it was. "You really think that's what he should do?"
I laughed. "We're just brainstorming here. Maybe Treven could pretend to get hurt or something, and then she'll bandage him up and they can have hot eye contact."
"Hot eye contact!" I smiled despite my nerves. "You’re hilarious, Drew."
Drew grinned, his eyes glimmering with mirth. "Well, at least I have something going for me."
Oh, he had way more going for him than he could ever know about.
"So what would you have them do in this scene?" Drew asked. "Like, if you were this girl and Treven was holding you hostage, would you want him to just go for the gold?"
"What kind of gold are you talking about?"
Drew laughed. "Just a good wholesome peck on the cheek, of course."
I smiled again, enjoying this. Maybe I should ask for help every time I was working on a scene.
Twenty minutes later, I finished typing. "Would you mind running through it with me so I can get the dialogue down?" I asked. We had figured out the main idea, but usually, acting it out with someone helped me figure out the rest much quicker.
"Of course." Drew's face lit up.
We went through the script a few times to reinforce the scene in our minds. My stomach bubbled with nerves as I thought about what we were about to do.
I set up my laptop to record, so I could just transcribe the dialogue we came up with later.
We stood across from each other, anxious anticipation running through my veins as I looked at Drew. We hadn't done this for years. Would I be able to relax and act naturally?
"It's been a while, huh?" Drew swiveled his wrists back and forth at his side.
He was nervous, too.
"Yeah," I breathed, then pushed a button on my computer. It beeped three short times before a long beep sounded to signal it was recording us.
Drew sucked in a shaky breath. "Okay, so you want Treven to just walk in the door to the basement where he's been keeping Misty?" He pretended to open the door, the movement seeming to help him relax into the exercise.
"He's gone." Drew jumped into character, stepping toward me and pretending to unlock my hands from an imaginary chain attached to an imaginary wall. "I'm sorry we have to keep you locked up like that."
