Rewriting the Script — Episode 3

In the shower, I couldn't help drifting back to when Julian and I were still back then he hadn't been claimed by the spotlight yet just a regular struggle in the world that tiny rental apartment the bedroom rush out of the shower i perched on the bed in a slinky what was coming felt strangely familiar tangled with a sharp edge of shame a soft beep came from

the key card he was back he leaned against the door hands in his pockets loose and casual i stood and stepped toward him then slowed to a stop a few paces away alcohol darkened whatever smoldering in his eyes miss claire three years and this is how i find you a complete mess he lit cigarette unhurried you paid 100 grand just to talk he flicked ash from his cigarette

so you're waiting for me to make the first move i understood that the height of a list fame was never short of women at his side the world always came to him not the other way around i quietly and walked to him his expression didn't shift at all he just looked down at me i calmly reached for his tie, loosened it the same way I had three years ago. The first time I'd nodded

it for his big audition. Julian stayed still. Then, the moment my fingers touched his shirt button, he caught my wrist. Our eyes locked, and I saw three years of pent-up something in his. The next second instinct was to turn away from a kiss that carried too much. But Luca's face flashed in my mind. I held still. I slowly closed my eyes. He stopped a centimeter from my

his breath warm against mine. What are you expecting?