INTUITIVE, austin butler

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As we lay next to each other in the bed, I can feel the awkward tension booming off of her. Her eyes flicker over in my direction periodically, and I can feel her shifting around below the covers.

Riley and I wait as Tayler and the camera crew get ready to tape this scene, and I can tell what she's thinking about by the look on her face. I can't help but smile, knowing what being in a bed next to her reminds her of. Her eyes flicker up to me again, pulling up the covers that are almost covering her entire face at this point.

I'm not shamed to admit that knowing what we did last night shook her up enough for her to yell at me earlier. I may be a jerk sometimes, but I'm not a stupid jerk. I know girls only do that when they're embarrassed they enjoyed something they shouldn't have enjoyed, which is exactly why I told her I didn't want to do it again. I knew from the moment she started ranting about how much she didn't want to do it again, that she was only trying to convince herself she didn't want to.

Look, I don't like the girl, but she was mildly tolerable last night. And the Riley I saw last night, was not the timid Riley laying next to me. She said what she wanted, and she was confident... A whole different person than she is right now.

"Stop looking at me like that." She mutters to me as she tries to look anywhere but at me.

"Like what?" I leave the covers covering my waist and below, knowing my shirtless torso is something that bothers her.

"Like you've seen me naked." She shimmies under the covers, pulling them tightly to her body.

"Hm," I hum to myself, knowing she gets especially annoyed when I don't give her the response she's looking for.

Riley puts the pillow below her head over her face, groaning into it in frustration. She's so easy to get riled up. I say nothing, just continue to sit, containing my joy to myself.

"Ok, are you both comfortable and ready?" The intimacy coordinator comes up beside the bed we're laying in. I nod, and Riley also nods.

"This scene should be quick," Tayler begins to explain. "Are you both ready?"

"Mhm," Riley nods from beside me and I nod too.

Once Tayler steps away, Riley's sits up, "Ok, close your eyes." Referring to the fact that she has to lay on top of me for our scene.

I huff out a laugh, laying down further in the bed, "It's not like I haven't seen your-"

"Stop?" She snaps at me, making me laugh. Riley grabs my hand, placing it firmly over my eyes to cover them, "I don't know what's changed in the last 12 hours that I saw you," She says as she gets herself on top of me, "But I don't like this new Austin that thinks he's all sly and shit."

"So you liked the old Austin?" I ask her, moving my hands away from my eyes.

"No, I hate all versions of you." Riley's now laying on top of me, and I can tell how uneasy she feels right now. A part of me is curious as to why she feels so awkward with this now considering we did what we did, but I don't have enough interest to ask.

I peek down at her chest, partly because I'm a man, and partly to see if she fixed the bruises. "Your boobs look good." I confess, this banter being fun for me and only me.

She cocks her head back, "Excuse me?"

"You covered up the hickeys." I reword what I was trying to say.

"Why would you say that out loud?" She asks me with a hint of disgust in her tone.

"Sorry, forgot that people where listening." I say sarcastically since nobody is standing near us. Riley says nothing, she just sighs dramatically.