Even though you only had two drinks earlier, you were sure he could smell the vodka in your breath because you could taste just a hint of whiskey in his. That must've been what was in his cup throughout the night.
He pulled away slowly, his eyes locked onto your face as you touched your heels back down onto the floor. Your bodies remained only inches apart. Henry's brows were slightly furrowed and his lips pressed together, almost in an expression of pain.
"I can't say I was expecting that," he spoke in a serious tone.
Staring into his icy blue eyes, your only response is, "me neither," to which you both let out a small chuckle.
The door to your room had clicked shut behind you. Henry looked down, thinking for a moment before looking back into your eyes, "Let me know when you need a car to take you back home," he reached into his front pant pocket for the spare key card and then into his inner coat pocket for a pen. As he wrote on the back of the card, he explained, "You can reach me at this number," and ran his hand down your arm and into your hand, then
turned your palm facing upward and placed the card in your hand. Straightening his stance, he paused for a second, leaned back down, kissing you gently on your head, and released his grasp before finally stepping away. He whispered softly in that charming English accent, "goodnight, y/n,"
He rubbed his bottom lip with his thumb, his gaze fixed onto the floor as he slowly made his way down the hall. Turning back toward your room, you smile as you watch him walk away, and finally unlock the door to let yourself back inside.
Once you're inside, you lean your back against the door until it clicks shut. Covering your mouth with your hands, your mind catches up: *uhm...What just happened?! There is absolutely no way that just happened. AAAHHH! I just kissed Henry Cavill, I just kissed Henry Cavill, one more time, I JUST KISSED HENRY FREAKING CAVILL! I should have invited him in! Why didn't I invite him in?! That would've been inappropriate! Kissing him was totally inappropriate! Oh my God I'm gonna get fired. There's no way I'm keeping my job after this.*
After a moment of silent screaming, you make your way over to the dresser to try and find the extra pair of clothes Henry mentioned. It's been a long night in this dress and it's beginning to feel a little tight around the stomach after all that free food from earlier. Opening the top drawer of the dresser, you find a complementary hotel pajama set and next to it, there looks to be some extra clothes for the morning that don't seem to be hotel complementaries.
After a quick shower, you change out of your tight dress and into the comfy PJs and lay in bed with Henry's key card in hand, you add a new contact into your phone with the number he gave you, listing the contact as "Henry C."
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You type, "Hey this is y/n," you send while thinking of what to add next, "thank you for tonight," *no that sounds like I'm thanking him for the kiss* You erase the last part and type, "How can I pay you back for the room?" *No, that sounds weird* Again, you erase the sentence and write, "I had a good time tonight," you sigh in defeat and erase the entire text and put your phone down.
*Bing*
Message from: Henry C.
You open your phone frantically to his text that reads, "Hey, it's Henry. I hope you're all settled in. I'll send a car you take you back to your apartment in the morning :) How does 11 sound?"
"That sounds perfect, thank you."
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Quiet On Set!
FanfictionPOV: You're an undergraduate student working in Film production and get the opportunity to work for a famous film director, Mark Tuscan. While working as his intern to learn all there is about movie making, you meet one of the cast members, Henry Ca...
