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The sun shone brightly over the park, casting its warm golden glow across the bustling set. Joe cracked jokes, Sal and Murr bantered over the next challenge, and the crew rushed around with cameras and clipboards. I was battling a losing war with the wind somewhere amid the chaos.
Strands of my hair whipped relentlessly across my face, defying every attempt to tuck them behind my ears. The guys noticed my struggleβJoe nudged Sal, both grinning as I cursed under my breath and pushed another rogue strand away.
He stood a few feet away, leaning against a table with his arms crossed, his lips curled into a knowing smirk. His eyes sparkled as they followed my futile attempts, his amusement radiating off him.
βNeed some backup there, Y/N?β he called, his teasing tone flushing my cheeks.
βMore like a full rescue operation,β I replied, trying to sound playful though my nerves betrayed me.
Brianβs smirk widened as he pushed off the table and strolled toward me. Every step sent my heart racing faster, especially when he stopped just close enough to make the space between us feel suddenly too small.
βLet me see what I can do,β he said, scanning the set before heading toward the crew. Moments later, he returned, triumphantly holding up a black hair tie. βProblem solved.β
βYouβre kidding,β I said, half laughing, half mortified. βYouβre actually going to help me tie my hair?β
βOf course,β he said, a playful edge in his voice. βDonβt tell me you donβt trust me?β
βI donβt know,β I teased, crossing my arms. βShould I?β
βYouβll see. Iβve got skills,β he said with a grin, gesturing for me to turn around.
I hesitated, the weight of the moment settling on me. Letting Brian, of all people, fix my hair felt strangelyβ¦intimate. But his smile was disarming, and a warmth in his gaze made it impossible to say no.
βFine,β I relented, turning my back to him. βBut if I look ridiculous, Iβm blaming you.β
βNoted,β he replied, stepping closer.
As his fingers gathered my hair, his knuckles brushed the nape of my neck, sending a jolt of electricity through me. I tried not to react, but every touch heightened my awareness of how close he was.
βHold still,β he murmured, his breath warm near my ear.
I huffed a soft laugh. βI am holding still. Donβt mess it up.β
βI would never,β he said smoothly. Then, with a wicked grin I couldnβt see but could feel in his tone, he added, βThough if I pull too hard, just yell out the safe word.β
I froze for half a second, my cheeks blazing.
βExcuse me?!β I managed, spinning my head slightly to look at him.
His face was pure mischief, his grin wide and unrepentant. βWhat? Iβm just saying. Itβs important to communicate.β
βBrian!β I hissed, mortified, though I couldnβt stop the laugh bubbling up.
βHey, Iβm just here to help,β he said innocently, though the devilish glint in his eyes remained. βYouβre the one with your mind in the gutter.β
βUnbelievable,β I muttered, shaking my head but unable to stop smiling.
βRelax,β he said, chuckling as he carefully tied the hair tie. His fingers brushed my neck one last time, sending another spark through me before he stepped back. βThere. Perfect. And no safe word needed.β
I turned around, my heart racing as I regained my composure. βYouβre impossible, you know that?β
βAnd yet, you let me fix your hair anyway,β he said, grinning.
I reached up to touch the newly tied ponytail, laughing softly. βYouβre surprisingly good at this.β
He shrugged, but his eyes stayed on mine. βYou look great,β he said, his tone sincere and his gaze steady.
My breath caught. I wasnβt sure how to respond, and for a moment, neither of us spoke. The air between us felt charged, the world around us falling away.
βHey, you two!β Joeβs voice shattered the moment, loud and obnoxious. βWe are ready to shoot!β
Brian stepped back quickly, his easy grin snapping back into place. βComing!β he called, his tone light, but the flush on his cheeks gave him away.
As we walked back toward the group, I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye. He avoided my gaze, but the small smile tugging at his lips told me he wasnβt upset about the interruption.
The rest of the day flew by in a blur of challenges and laughter, but the memory of Brianβs fingers in my hair lingered like a secret I wasnβt ready to share.
I caught him looking at me more than once, his eyes softening when our gazes met. Each time, I felt the same flutter in my chest, a hopeful thrill that maybeβjust maybeβhe thought it too.
As the sun descended below the horizon, Brian found me again, and the crew started packing up. He stood close, his hands stuffed into his hoodie pockets, his expression unreadable.
βHey,β he said, his voice quieter than usual.
βHey,β I replied, feeling warm in my chest.
It seemed like he wanted to say something more for a moment, but instead, he just smiled. βYou did great today,β he said.
βSo did you,β I said, smiling back.
As we stood there, the park bathed in the golden glow of the setting sun, I couldnβt help but wonder if this was the beginning of something more.
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