Love of my life

THE GALA

"I can't lose you!"

The way he said it was so sincere that Vera was afraid it was another declaration of love.

"You won't! Let's finish this together!"

"Fine, guys! You were amazing!" James said, and they could all go and sit to rest.

Vera went to the buffet where some snacks had been prepared in case the crew felt hungry. Pretending to take some food himself, Patrick followed her. He picked up some pretzels, and started eating coarsely, as though really famished. Vera averted her eyes, disgusted.

"I know what you're trying to do. Please, don't!" she said, annoyed.

"What? What you're talking about?" he said, sounding confused.

"Stop acting, we're not on set anymore! Stop following me anywhere I go, stop bothering me!" she said, frustrated.

"I'm not bothering you! The last thing I want is to bother you." He said, this time serious.

"Please..." she said, her wonderful eyes almost on the verge of tears.

She left, going to the other room, and starting to talk to Lili.

He remained there, watching her go, desiring more than anything to grab her gently, kiss her and cure all her emotional wounds, while stripping her naked, kissing and licking her soft skin, starting from the leg he had hurt, and then take her, time and time again against that very table in such a passionate way that they both would forget about their spouses, if they ever had them. Realizing takes would be over in just 2 weeks, he decided he had to make his move, he had to ask her out for dinner. It was now or never. He loved her too much to let her go like this, out of his life forever, he wanted more, he'd always wanted more.

That evening, Vera was in her hotel room, in her wedding gown, preparing herself to go to sleep. She already had had a shower, and was applying moisturizer on her legs. She mended the wounded knee carefully, but it almost wasn't necessary, since it was already almost completely healed. Just when she'd finished, someone knocked at her door. She put the cream away, closed her nightgown and went to open up. She almost drew back, scared, when she saw Patrick standing there, a serious and determined look in his eyes.

"Patrick... What are you doing here?" she said, a cautious hand on the door, ready to close it as soon as things got dangerous.

"I... I just wanted to ask you..." his jaw dropped, looking at her dressing gown. It wasn't very revealing, it fell till her feet, almost regally, it looked almost like a ball gown, but it hugged her in all the right curves so well that he swore it was as if he was seeing her naked. The light material was almost silk, a pale pink that almost fused with her skin. It was inviting to the touch, so easy to remove...

She saw his gaze, and covered herself with her hand, while the other tried to close the door, but he stopped her.

"I'm here to... Talk to you. Just talk. Please, let me in." he said, almost begging.

She looked in his eyes. He was sincere. She did as he had asked, and he entered the room. He looked around, as though examining the room, then turned towards her. Her eyes were so shiny and blue that he was totally mesmerized for some seconds. Then, he made his move.

"One dinner." He said, calm.

"What?" she was stunned, not believing her ears.

"Just one dinner, please! Let me take you out to dinner. It will only be other two weeks of shooting, and then we will all go back to our houses and we won't see each other again! I don't want that! Please, just one dinner!" he practically begged, as she started to shake her head.