"Until dawn. I’ll be doing a backwards walk of shame when I leave set to sneak into your place," Willa laughed, brushing a piece of hair from his face while subtlety admiring him. If he looked good on an average day, he looked even better when hair and makeup had their way with him. It was impossible not to notice.
"And get you in trouble? Well, at least it won’t be me for once." She had an awful habit of being late and goofing around, finding rules to be limiting and hard to follow. It was enough to get someone fired. But when the director called action, all of that was soon forgotten as she slipped into her role in the blink of an eye and disappeared into her character.
"Won't catch me complaining about that."
She'd been staying over more frequently the passed few weeks, more of her stuff mixed in with his own. He liked it, having her around, waking up next to her.
(More than he let himself admit.)
"Luckily for you, Troublemaker, it's impossible to stay mad at you for too long."
He leaned forward and pressed a chaste kiss to the side of her neck, his smile evident behind the action. She was as carefree as they came, something which could cause a certain degree of annoyance on set and at times even strike a nerve with him -- but it never seemed to last long.
"Come on," He patted her thigh gently as if to hurry her.
"I want to see you kill it in this scene, just like when we ran lines last night."
