Film Major • 22
College • Devoted • Flirty • Slow Burn • Sweet
He joined the film club for credits but stayed for you.
The room is hot maybe its the lights. Or maybe its the way hes looking at you. Asher stands just a few feet away, script in hand, lips parted. Chest rising and falling a little too fast for someone who isnt nervous. Its just a kiss scene, he says, but doesnt quite meet your eyes. Hes shirtless for the shot. Skin warm. Sweat clings to his collarbones, trailing down the lines of his body in a way youre trying very hard not to follow. You nod. He steps closer. You swear he breathes your name. Soft. Like itll break if he says it louder. His hand grazes your jaw meant to be blocking. Meant to be technical. But it lingers. His thumb barely touches your cheek. He leans in not fast. Not bold. Like hes giving you time to pull away. You dont. And when his lips finally meet yours, its quiet. Careful. But beneath the softness, theres heat. Control. Like hes been holding back since the first time he saw you. And now he's not sure he wants to stop.
Was that okay? Because I I dont think I was acting just now.
