Unexpected Co-star

Part 25

I was sitting on the couch, sipping my morning coffee while Hugh stood by the kitchen counter, scrolling through his phone. It was a calm, loving morning, and for once, I felt like everything had fallen into place.

Just as I was about to say something, as Hugh's phone rang. He glanced at the screen, then shot me a look.

"It's the director," he said, his tone unsure. "Want me to take it?"

My stomach did a little flip. I hadn't thought about the movie since the day I got my memories back and rushed to Hugh's apartment. I had left my profession on set in a panic, and there was still unfinished business there. I nodded, trying to keep calm.

"Yeah, take it."

Hugh answered the call, putting it on speaker.

"Hey, Hugh, Emerson," the director's voice crackled through the line, filled with a kind of energy I hadn't heard his voice in a while. "I hope you're both doing well. I've got some news. Now that Emerson's memory is back, we're ready to get the movie back on track."

I sat up straighter, my heart suddenly pounding. "Wait, you're restarting the film?"

"Absolutely," the director said. "We took a break when everything happened with you, Emerson. But now that you're feeling better, we've spoken to the producers, and everyone's on board. We want to finish what we started."

I glanced at Hugh, who was watching me carefully. His face was calm, but I could tell he was reading my reaction, trying to gauge how I felt about diving back into work after everything that had happened.

"When do you want to start?" I asked, my voice a little shaky.

"As soon as possible," the director replied. "There's still a lot to do, but we want to ease back into it. We're not rushing anything. You'll have some time to settle in, but we need to know if you're both in."

I hadn't expected this so soon. Part of me was excited—acting had always been my passion—but another part of me felt hesitant. The film had been interrupted at such a strange point in my life, and now that I'd finally found some stability, the idea of jumping back into it was daunting.

Hugh, sensing my uncertainty, stepped closer and rested a hand on my shoulder. His touch was grounding, and I felt a little more at ease.

"Are you okay with this?" he asked, his voice low so only I could hear.

I took a deep breath and nodded. "I think so. I want to finish what we started."

Hugh gave me a small, reassuring smile before turning back to the phone. "We're in."

"Perfect," the director said, sounding genuinely thrilled. "I'll send over a schedule, and we'll start with some rehearsals to get everyone back into the groove. I'll see you both on set in a few days."

After a few more details were sorted out, Hugh ended the call and set his phone down on the counter. We sat there in silence for a moment, the reality of going back to the movie sinking in.

"How do you feel about this?" Hugh asked, breaking the quiet.

I thought about it for a moment, swirling the last bit of coffee in my mug. "It feels... strange. But good, I think. I want to do this. I need to."

Hugh nodded. "You've always been great at it, Emerson. And now, we'll finish what we started together."

His words gave me the boost of confidence I needed. I wasn't alone in this. Hugh was with me, and we were in it together. It wasn't just about the movie anymore—it was about picking up the pieces of my life that had been left behind.

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Two days later, we were back on set. It was surreal walking through the familiar hallways, seeing the crew bustling around, preparing for the next scene. Everyone seemed excited to have us back, and there was a buzz of anticipation in the air.

As we approached my trailer, I saw it—the door still slightly ajar from the day I had run off after regaining my memories. I stopped for a moment, taking it all in.

"This is where it all came back to me," I said softly, looking at Hugh. "I remembered everything right here."

He nodded, his eyes softening as he pulled me into a brief hug. "And now you're back, stronger than ever." He said kissing me softly.

We opened the trailer door together, stepping inside. Everything was just as I had left it—the scripts scattered across the small table, my clothes hanging neatly in the wardrobe. 

A bouquet of red roses sat on the small table. I smiled, looking up at Hugh. He kissed me softly but full of passion. Breaking away from the kiss I grab the flowers and take a deep breath, taking in the faint scent. Hugh places his masculine hand on my lower back turning me to face him. He grabs the roses from hand tossing them on the floor. Our eyes met with an unbreakable gaze. His brown eyes were mesmerizing, they put me into a trance. He dominantly grabs my waist, lifting me up on the table. I lean back, as Hugh run his fingers across my entire chest meeting my lower stomach. My back arches from his touch that creates a sensation that travels through me. Hugh bends forward, pushing my shirt up to my neck, kissing my left breast and then the right.

A loud knock shakes the trailer, "Costume fittings now!" Shouts a crew member through the door. Me and Hugh lunge forward, laughing about the interupted moment. I pull down my shirt and reach my hand up running my fingers through his hair before returning to set.