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Chapter Ten
Cade
I’d had every intention in messaging Dylan on Wednesday night, but Amanda and I had a sit-down session with an acting coach, going through the more emotional scenes of the movie.
I was getting used to Amanda. She was funny. Easy to get along with.
And she wasn’t a diva-pushover.
If I had to compare her to any other actor’s set stories, I’d say she took a page from Jennifer Lawrence’s book. I have a feeling that Amanda will keep things on set fun and interesting.
Doesn’t mean I’ve stopped thinking about Dylan, though.
As badly as I’ve tried to keep her in the back of my mind, thoughts of the pretty blonde keep coming at the worst of times.
Or maybe they were the best of times.
On Thursday, Amanda and I had an intensive run through of our first kissing scene and the entire time my mouth was locked with hers, I thought of Dylan.
What would her mouth taste like?
How would her face feel between my hands?
Would she rub her body up against mine, or simply hold me tight?
When I return to my room later that night, I can’t not message her.
Unfortunately, I suddenly go middle school boy with his first major crush and, with my phone in hand and her Instagram account up and in front of me, I can’t think of a single thing to say.
A pick-up line would not work with a girl like Dylan.
How can I tell her I’m interested in her, that I can’t stop thinking about her, without being too forward? Too strong?
Hell, she’s pregnant. She’s having a kid in a handful-plus of weeks, and if that doesn’t scare me…
Nothing will.
It’s with that thought that I type something in without putting too much over-thought into it.
How’s it going? Heard a storm was going to go through. Stay dry?
I hit send before I can berate myself for stooping down as low as the how’s the weather line.
Really?
How’s the weather?
That’s exactly what a guy asks when he’s interested in someone.
I throw my phone down on the bed and begin my nightly ritual of shower, teeth, and, as badly as I want to boycott it, I shave my face, too.
Costuming decided that my hair could stay. Said it worked with the personality I was giving the character—slightly carefree, but mostly just young and fun.
They want me clean shaven though and, as long as I don’t have to cut my hair, I’m okay with this agreement.
If I’m being honest with myself, though, I’m breaking down and shaving because I’m nervous for Dylan’s response.
Nervous she hasn’t responded.
