INVISIBLE STRING ― pedro pascal

-INTERVIEW, REAL LIFE

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"You okay?"

Willow looked up, brushing a small crease from her dress.

"Nervous," she admitted, looking over Pedro's face.

He rested his hands on her biceps. "Don't be," he moved closer to her, pressing a soft kiss to her head. "It's one interview. You've got this."

"I shouldn't have picked Ellen," Willow shook her head, regretting the entire thing.

"She's the only one who would meet with you," Pedro pointed out. "Jimmy would've, but he's on his off-season. Hey," he reached a hand up to her chin, gently holding it in his hand. "You look beautiful."

A light blush danced across her cheeks and her nose wrinkled.

"You think? This isn't what I would've picked but Denise said to get more out of my comfort zone and Hannah said that it would a good color on me."

"It is," Pedro nodded, a fond smile on his face. "Plus it's my favorite color."

"I know," her lower lip jutted out in a small pout. "Purple. I remember everything you've told me."

"Oh, do you now?"

Willow nodded, heart fluttering against her chest.

"Princesa," he fiddled with a strand of her hair. "Stop worrying. You're gonna do perfect. Just pretend you're talking to me."

"I don't like Ellen as much as I like you."

He laughed, hand on her arm sliding down to catch her hand. "I don't like anyone as much as I like you."

Melting into his touch and his words, she smiled sweetly. He tugged her head towards his gently, leaning down and pressing a kiss to her lips.

"I'm never gonna get tired of kissing you," he muttered against her. "You really mine?" He pulled back a fraction.

She nodded seriously. "Yes."

"Good," he kissed her again, slowly, passionately. "Hey," he pulled back with a grin. "Wanna be my girlfriend?"

"Here I thought we we'd already decided I was."

"Yeah, well," he shrugged mischievously. "I can't believe you actually are."

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"So, Willow, let's talk about it."

Willow nodded, a polite smile on her face, unsure of what was to come. Ellen never screened her questions. She liked everything to be "surprising." It was "part of her charm."

"Okay, what're we talking about?"

"I think we'll start at the party."

Willow's smile dropped, her mouth falling open in surprise as her heart rate picked up.

"I'm—I'm sorry?"

"The party. With James Callaghan. I know you're with Pedro, and we'll get into that in a minute, but are you—have you been high since?"

Sweat clung to her hands and she tried to keep herself from showing how nervous Ellen's question made her. The audience watched her intently in the silence, which seemed to drag on forever.

"Um," she stumbled over her words, trying to picture Pedro's face, his hands on her. But she couldn't get the hands of another from her mind.

Michael, his name was. She remembered it. She remembered his dimly lit face and hard erection under her hands, edging her and begging her despite her pleas.