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What do you want to do?
(Blakely)
It was very difficult to concentrate on the movie, the point of this whole premiere, because I was out at night in public,Los Angeles public, with Liam Campbell — he had his arm on the armrest. I wrapped my arm around his, my bare skin against his tux jacket and it was pretty fucking sexy. My hand held in his big strong rugby hand, and it was warm, and a little damp from the thrill of it all. I would try to focus on the movie, but then my eyes drifted down through the darkness to our hands, clutched together — when I lost focus like this, his mouth would press to my temple, or my forehead. He was losing focus too.
Jess was on my other side and she looked down at our hands and joked, “It’s like you’re in middle school holding hands at the movies.”
I teased under my breath, “It feels like middle school, do you think he’ll kiss me? Please, oh please, let him kiss me again.”
She chuckled. “Well, I’m glad you’re happy. And he is very hot, Blakely — you weren’t wrong.”
“I am never wrong, this is what you should have learned about me years ago.”
I barely saw the movie and if I had been tested on it I might have failed. I had no idea if Ainsley Potter was any good in it, either, but none of that mattered. It was not my job to pass judgment, my job was to sell the idea that Ainsley Potter was the very best actor for the part and to applaud when it was over. And if I was going to continue being her agent, I would need to shake hands, compliment, and begin searching for Ainsley Potter’s next gig — but of course Ainsley Potter and I would not be working together anymore.
All I needed to do tonight was announce in word and deed that the movie was perfect, the writing, directing, acting, even the score. I didn’t have to actually watch the movie to do that. I nestled against Liam’s shoulder and then brushed his jacket, hoping I didn’t get any makeup on the black wool. I sighed, thinking about how it was my last moment as an agent in my agency — I supposed though, the world was going to keep on keeping on.
While I was standing at the edge of a precipice of change.
It was a good thing I was dressed well for it, and that I looked great when Liam had come to see me.
I looked up at his face, jeez he was handsome.
He kissed my brow and with his lips pressed there asked, “Ye havin’ trouble concentratin’ on the show, Woodshee?”
“Definitely.”
He raised my hand and kissed my knuckles.
* * *
Soon enough the movie ended and the lights came up. The director and writer went to the front of the theater and basked in the glory, said a few words about making the movie, and invited Ainsley Potter and her costar to stand. Liam and I let go of each other’s hands to applaud dutifully.
I glanced down the row to see Darren, his brow furrowed, jealous, which was a fabulous side effect of this whole scenario. I hadn’t intended to make him jealous, hadn’t even planned to have Liam visit, but he did, and he was hot, and he was jealousy-inducing.
It was nice to be at the precipice of change when things were going my way.
When it was over, we stood and filed up the aisle toward the lobby but before we got to the doors, and the crowds there, I tugged Liam’s hand to the back of the theater, up against the curtained wall.
Jess joked as she went by, “What in the world...? People can see you!”
I laughed as I wrapped my arms around the back of his head and pulled him in for another long lingering kiss, breathless and full of searching tongues and lovely panting rests before diving back in.
Finally I broke away and looked around. “The theater is empty.”
“Aye, we lost ourselves.”
I straightened my dress and smoothed back my hair, while his hand hovered at my waist, as if he was unable to take it away. “Liam, are you spending the night with me? Because I really want to keep on kissing you, please say ‘yes’.”
“Aye Woodshee, we ought tae spend the night, but ye are welcome tae come stay in m’hotel. It’s walkin’ distance.”
“My kind of walking distance, miles and miles of hiking, or yours?”
“Mine, it’s short, barely anythin’.”
“Perfect.”
* * *
