Heartthrob by Willow Winters

Author:Willow Winters [Winters, Willow]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2017-08-22T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 15

Nathan

I’m in over my head, but that’s how it’s always been with Hally.

“Good work today,” Stevens tells me as I unbutton the top button of the dress shirt, making my way off the set and towards my room.

I pause my next step and glance up at him. He’s not a talker, like me in a lot of ways. “Thanks. I’ll be here all week,” I respond easily and with a bit of humor. I keep walking since he’s already looking back down at his schedule or lines or whatever’s in the stack of papers he’s holding.

I take a covert look around, searching for Hally, but not seeing her in the scattering of people. Filming’s almost over and a large number of people are gone. Still a dozen or so come to watch when we’re shooting and Hally’s usually one of them. My stride picks up speed and my gut churns, telling me something’s wrong when I don’t see her. She hasn’t missed a single one yet.

Ignoring the gut reaction, I keep moving to my room. Keeping to myself, and making a beeline for my dressing room; not that anyone dares approach me. Hally may have taken me out of my shell a bit and thrown me off my game, but I’m still not the socializing type and everyone knows it.

Maybe she’s waiting for me. I know it’s wishful thinking, but even as I turn the door to my room, I’m picturing her on my bed, waiting for me to lose myself in her.

A low groan of satisfaction rumbles from the back of my throat as I imagine her like she was the other night, laid out for me and bared to me in every way. I’ll never have my fill of her.

The memory vanishes as I take in my empty room and have to swallow the fact that she isn’t here; she wasn’t on set and I have no fucking clue where she is.

I don’t like it. It’s none of my damn business, but that’s the very reason I don’t like it. I don’t have a claim to her and the instability between us makes me cling to her… and usually her to me.

I’m quick as I unbutton the shirt, feeling suffocated by the crisp linen for the first time all day. I toss it carelessly on the floor and swing the door open on the armoire looking for a plain cotton tee and sweats to change into. I need a shower first though, something to relax me.

I need Hally.

It’s when I toss the clothes across the room and onto my bed that I see what’s changed in the dressing room.

Another article sits dead center on the coffee table. Right where Mark leaves my schedule every day.

I don’t give a shit what it’s about or what it says, I’m sure Mark will tell me regardless, but the picture is enough to make me pick it up.

The memories come back to me as I stare down at a picture of us, I don’t know how they got it.

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