Lights, Camera, Love

to rattle the mirrors. She barely made it to the vanity before gripping the edge of

just

s still pounding in her chest, erratic and wild. Her pulse thrummed in her ears, and the ting

ll was her hear

she could will the feeling away. But it wasn't working. The image of Noah

e door jolted her o

erself. She knew it was him. He always showed up when she was leas

e. "Wow," Noah drawled, his tone dripping with that familiar smugn

flection in the mirror, willing herself not to look at him. "I don't need to than

uld feel his presence, the weight of it, even though she kept her back to him. H

that made her stomach twist. "Even you have to admit that was-" He paused,

e imagined the shift in his tone, but the way he was looking at her-like sh

been di

The scene.

d to be acting. The way her body had responded before she could even think about it. The wa

arrowing on him. "I don't kno

onfident laugh of his, and took a s

easily he could read her, how effortlessly he seemed to fin

retorted, though it lacked th

s sizing her up, looking for cracks in her armor. "So if I kissed you again right now, you wo

p her composure, her voice steady despite the rapid beating of her heart. "Do it," she challeng

t. It was brief, but Lena saw it. Saw

ike he might kiss her again, and she wasn't sure if she was

quieter now, but still laced with th

ands were shaking, and she quickly folded her arms tighter around h

toward the door. "I'll see you on set," he said c

-frustrated, flustered, and very much in trouble. Becaus

o idea what t