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KATE
I couldn't stop kissingDrew. It was like I had turned into some hormonal teenager the moment our lips touched, and all I could do was run my fingers through his hair and beg him to never stop kissing me.
We were probably out of the camera's view, but I didn't care. I wasn't kissing him because I needed step-by-step footage to study afterward—all I needed to type in my screenplay was that my characters kissed against the wall.
I was kissing him because I wanted to. I'd been dying to do this again for seven years! His lips were softer than I remembered, and I may have thought twenty-one-year-old Drew was an expert kisser, butthisDrew was on a whole different playing field. It was otherworldly, and the passion between us was off the charts. How had I ever thought I could love anyone else besides Drew? I knew, especially after this kiss, that it would be an impossibility. No other man could ever compete with him and the way his kisses made me tremble.
I just hoped it wasn't all an act for my screenplay.
It couldn't be, though, could it? Drew was a terrible actor. There was no way he could suddenly pull of the performance of a lifetime after years of messing up lines.
Drew's phone rang, a jazzy melody bringing us back to reality.
"Do you need to get that?" I mumbled against his lips.
He gave his head a quick shake. "That's Alexis's ringtone. She can wait. Treven and Misty were just getting started."
My heart soared at the thought that he didn't want to stop. I kissed him again, and his hands traced their way down my sides until they gripped my hips.
His phone rang again. And even though I didn’t want to, I pulled my head back, separating our lip lock. "Alexis might have last-minute instructions before she gets on the plane,” I said breathlessly.
Drew pinched his eyes shut briefly and sighed. "You're probably right."
While he was on the phone with Alexis, I willed my heart to go back to its normal pace. It felt like I'd just sprinted a marathon.
Drew had his back turned to me, so I combed my fingers through my hair, hoping to give myself some semblance of serenity. My acting skills were a little better than Drew's, so hopefully he'd buy it.
When he was done with his call, he slipped his phone back in his pocket and slowly turned back to me. He ran a hand through his hair, which I'd done a great job of restyling again during our make-out session. "Do you think that version of the scene will work?" he asked, suddenly bashful.
I wanted to say no, just so we could practice different scenarios all night. But since I still wasn't sure if he'd been acting or not, I stopped the video recorder on my laptop and said, "I think we got it."
Hopefully, my computer had captured enough of our kiss that I could re-watch it and decipher if the kiss had a chance of being real.
