Page 79 of The Fake Script
“I’ve wanted this for so long,” he says against my lips, and I wrap my arms around his neck.
“Me too.”
His large fingers squeeze the dip in my waist, bringing me closer, and we’re reunited again. Like two magnets. He plants a sweet kiss on my forehead, then on my cheek, my jawline, my chin. I close my eyes, reveling in his touch as the butterflies in my stomach soar to new heights.
Finally, his lips are back on mine, and this time, the kiss is deeper. More passionate. Desperate, almost. And in his kiss, I feel the words he just said. How long he’s been waiting for this. How long I have. And as much as it was worth the wait, I know that now, I’m never going to let him go.
31
Hopeless Romantic
Emma
I, Emma Sterling, have a boyfriend. A real one. And I’m loving every minute of it. I spent most of the past three weeks in Auston’s trailer—watching movies, reading, talking—and it’s almost like the last ten years never existed. It’s so easy to fall back into a routine with him. So comforting. He still makes my skin tingle every time we touch, but I doubt that’ll ever go away.
“So,” he says as we’re cuddling on the trailer’s couch between shoots. “How does this Bookstagram thing work?”
I raise my headto see his face, wondering if he’s serious. “What do you mean?”
“I already have an Instagram account. How can I join you guys? It seems like fun.”
I chuckle. “You want to join Bookstagram?”
He shrugs. “Why not? I read a book. Can’t I review it?”
“Don’t you want to discuss this with your mom or your PR team first?”
“It’s the book we’re adapting. I don’t think they’ll have a problem if I say good things about it on social media.”
Well, he’s got a point. “You really want to do this?”
“Absolutely.” He nods, sitting up straight. “How do we start?”
“First, you have to figure out what you’re going to say about the book. Then, you can either do a written review or a video review.”
“What do you think I should do?”
I scrutinize him, then nod. “A face like yours definitely belongs on camera.”
He grins widely. “Oh, is that so? You think I’m charming?”
“Nah. Only on camera,” I tease.
“Liar.”
Leaning closer, he covers me in kisses, which transform into tickles, and I’m completely at his mercy. Ever since Auston discovered I’m ticklish, Ihaven’t gone a day without bursting into laughter. Not that he needs to resort to tickling. This man has a knack for humor.
Half an hour later, Auston is ready to shoot, book in hand, while I’m behind the camera. I give him the signal, and he starts talking.
“Hey, everyone. Auston Buckley here. Today, I wanted to talk to you about this book,” he says, showing the cover to the camera as if he’s been doing this all his life. To be fair, he has filmed a bunch of commercials, and that’s as close as it gets. “Velvet Kissesby Melissa Fortner.”
He goes on about the book, focusing on what he loved most—which is a good general rule. I might prefer darker reads, but like many Bookstagrammers, if I don’t have anything nice to say about a book, I don’t say anything at all.
“I think that’s all I have for you guys today, but let me know if you’ve read the book, and don’t hesitate to drop your book recommendations in the comments. Lastly, I want to thank my beautiful girlfriend, Emma, who’s filming this. She’s the one who introduced me to Bookstagram and motivated me to read my first book. By the way, if you’re looking for a great place to shop for books, try her bookstore, No Shelf Control in Brooklyn, New York. Bye, guys!”
I stop the recording and drill him with a playful glare. “What was that all about?”
He grabs me by the waist, knocking me off balance and forcing me to sit on his lap. “I just wanted to give a shoutout to my girlfriend. Isn’t that how Bookstagram works?”