1. Puppies and Pottery(1)

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I make my way over to Austin's trailer with a bottle of wine in one hand and two glasses in the other. Kicking the door softly twice to sound like knocking. He walks over to the door and slowly opens it. Looking up at him I notice that he still has a bit of eyeliner on and he's shirtless with a towel hung low on his waist. I laugh and say "Guess what I brought!" He gives me a smile and let's me in.

He looks at me taking in my appearance of my hair in a messy bun, tight shorts, a crop top, and a necklace that says "I love Elvis" As he takes the two empty glasses out of my hand. "Is it movie night?" he asks me with one of his stupid perfect smiles.

I've had a crush on him since the beginning of filming and ever since our first kiss on set I've started gaining feeling. I'm not afraid to admit that he's a gorgeous man and with Elvis ending, he's says he's gonna die is hair back to blonde right away. I like his hair blonde more than black it's just more Austin.

"No, why would I be here with my favorite wine looking like this? I'm obviously about to go to a club I'm just here for a little pregame." I say sarcastically as I let out a giggle. "Wow. I'm gonna go get dressed I'll be right back." He says walking away from me into the bathroom of his large trailer. I walk over to the small couch placed against the wall facing the TV hung on the wall. I look for the remote and scroll through Netflix till I see "Two Sentence Horror Stories" I click on it and press pause.

I hate horror films, but Austin loves watching me get scared so I just watch them. I walk over to the small kitchen and look in his cabinets and find some potato chips and set them down on the coffee table inbetween the couch and the TV. I grab the blanket hung on the couch and throw it where I wanna sit.

I walk over to the bathroom door and knock saying "Aus? I have everything set up are you almost done?" hearing him move around for a split second until I hear the door open. He's wearing gray sweatpants and a white v-neck t-shirt, with a little cross necklace. I love when he wears necklaces.

"Sorry about that I tried washing off the foundation." He says while looking at me. He definitely did not get any off. "You didn't get any off let me help you." I grab his wrist and walk him back over to the bathroom. I jump on the counter as Austin puts his hands on my waist to help me. I grab a washcloth and put a bit of soap and water on it. "Wait, you can't just get this stuff off with water?" We both laughed and I whispered "Don't move." while trying to get his eyeliner. He put his hands on the side of my thighs while he looked at my eyes. Putting the washcloth under the water again I ran it up his jawline while biting my lip. He's always had a perfect jawline. Finishing I run the washcloth down his adam's apple putting the washcloth next to me and putting my hands under the hot water. I slowly brought my hands up to his neck and rubbed them everywhere I saw a bit more of foundation. Trailing my hands up and rubbing under his bottom lip. Getting a small smirk from him. It feels like all the air was sucked out the room. I could cut the tension with a knife.

"Your all done, Pretty Boy" He stares at me for minute, but this time it was different. "You good?" I said after he hadn't answered me. He flinched and said "Yeah I'm alright I just spaced out. Let's go" He grabbed my waist and pick me up and placed me on the floor.

You were around 5'4 and he was 6'0 so there was quiet a height difference. Plus his hands a lot bigger than mine. That's just something I noticed from looking at them.

About 1 minute later we walked into the kitchen and I picked up the bottle trying to pull the cork off but not being able to do it. Austin looks over at me and chuckles while taking it out my hand and opening the bottle with ease. He gives me his signature "Cheshire Cat" smirk. My knees go weak every. single. time.

He hands me the bottle and I pour two glasses. Pouring a bit to much in his, I took a sip out of it and handed it to him. He rolled his eyes and we just stood there for a bit talking about today and how shooting went.

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