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Applause from the kids was one thing, but a compliment from Dean? It was completely unexpected, and it floored me. Had Wyatt’s help paid off that quickly, or was I better than I thought I was? I felt my face growing red, and couldn’t do anything to stop it.
“I’m notthatgood,” I said, feeling my anxiety from last night returning. “I’m okay with scenes like this, but then…”
I almost mentioned the sex scene, but was suddenly ultra-aware of the kids watching me.
Dean frowned.
“What is it?”
“There’s a scene where Daisy gets drunk. I’ve never tried alcohol before.”
That last detail was true — ever since the car accident, I’d been terrified of not being able to remember everything, so I’dnever even had a sip of beer — but it wasn’t the scene Ireallyneeded help with. I’d seen enough teenagers I’d gone to school with get smashed at backyard parties that I figured I could fake it easily enough. The sex scene, on the other hand… I wasn’t a virgin, but the sex I’d had couldn’t prepare me for faking it on camera.
“Have you heard of method acting?” Dean asked.
It sounded familiar, but I wasn’t sure why, so I shook my head.
“It’s where you actually experience what your character goes through,” he explained. “So in your case, I’d say you need a night at one of the local pubs.”
“Well, actually…” I started, and Dean misinterpreted my hesitation.
“Don’t tell me you’re not twenty-one yet,” he said. “Shit, I’m sorry…”
“It’s not that,” I said quickly. “I’m twenty-four, and the legal drinking age in Australia is eighteen. It’s just that…”You don’t realize you’re advising me to actually have sex. I blushed at the idea. “It’s just that I don’t drink.”
“That’s okay.” Dean shrugged. “I do. Of course, I’m not an expert in that area like Brooke, but I can have a few beers and show you some other strategies.”
“Thanks,” I said. “I appreciate it.”
“Meet me at my trailer this afternoon,” he said. “I’ve got a bottle of vodka I’ve been saving for a special occasion.”
He gave me a smile.
“And I’d say this counts.”
15
KYLA
Dean’s trailer was the last one before the chain-link fence, and I felt like an intruder as I knocked on the door.
“Come in,” he said, as he held the door open. He’d changed out of Tom’s clothes and looked comfortable in a loose rust-colored t-shirt and black shorts, whereas I still wore Daisy’s jeans and peasant top. His eyes traveled down to my waist before snapping back up again. I wondered if he’d already started drinking the vodka, but he didn’t sound or smell drunk.
I sat on a leather chair and looked around.
His trailer was bigger than all the others and contained a king-sized bed and a decent amount of floor space. He was messier than Wyatt and Isaac, but not in a hoarder way, like Brooke. It was more like he’d made himself comfortable and his trailer resembled a lived-in bedroom, containing clothes and an acoustic guitar on a stand.
Brooke. With all my anxiety about the sex scene, I’d almost forgotten that she was still his girlfriend.
“Have you heard from Brooke?” I asked.
Dean looked puzzled for a moment, but the confusion quickly vanished from his face.
“Oh… yeah. She’s doing well. But let’s not talk about her.” He opened a cupboard and pulled out an unopened bottle of vodka. “Are you sure you don’t want any?”
“Positive.”
Dean shrugged and placed it on the table in front of me, then pulled out one glass and a cold bottle of orange juice.
