"Mason! Hurry up?!" I sigh and open the door only to see Ethan leaning against the door frame, an irritated look on his face. "About time." he mutters under his breath. I scowl and walk past him, into the living room.
"Since when does it take you thirty minutes to change?" I keep walking and lean against the wall. I grab the script from it's place and scan it before asking, "What lines am I supposed to do?"
Ethan walks towards me and takes the script from my hands, "These." He takes a highlighter and highlights a couple lines. "There," He stands up straight and looks down at the paper, "now it'll be easier to remember which ones are yours."
I nod and take the script, and scan it before looking up at Ethan again. "What scene?" I ask while Ethan makes his way towards the couch.
"First one." He says sitting on the floor, his head resting on the cushion. I stare at him, his blond hair seems to glow, due to the little amount of light shooting through the closed shades.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Ethan spits, like scolding a child when staying out too late. "How was I supposed to tell you?" I say slightly glancing at the script, "What was I supposed to say? Oh, by the way I accidentally shot your father when trying to run away from one of the most wanted criminals in town!?"
Tears make their way into Ethans eyes but, he doesn't try and blink them away. "You could've just told me!" He yells standing up. I had the urge to tell him to calm down but, isn't that what acting is all about?
I slightly glance at the script, my heart skipping a beat. I grab Ethans wrist and push him against the nearest wall, resting my forehead on his. "I didn't want to hurt you." I whisper near his ear. I could feel Ethan shudder as my breath lightly fanned the skin near his ear. Ethans breath quicken, "Tell me," I whisper in his ear earning another shudder from him, "do you want me to be executed?"
Ethan quickly shakes his head, his nose slightly brushing against mine. I know what's next. I open my eyes as he stares into mine. His eyes seemed to hardened, I glance at his lips, signaling the next scene. I let go of his wrist and push my hands on either side of his head, closing my eyes.
"Then," I say opening my eyes to stare into Ethans blue orbs, "you forgive me?" Ethans eyes seem to harden, the longer he stares at my pale green ones. He grabs the collar of my shirt and pulls me close, his face only centimeters away from mine.
"Not yet." He whispers.
Then, he kisses me hard. His lips slowly move against mine, his lips are soft, they remind me of honey. I slide my hands down the wall and stop once I reach his sides. His hands are now on my chest. And suddenly we're in a hurry.
His hands go up my sweatshirt, touching every inch of my skin. His hands roll up my sweatshirt, exposing a lot of skin. He seems to get more and more eager as the seconds pass by. I pull away, only a couple centimeters, and catch my breath.
I open my eyes to see Ethan still trying to catch his breath, a smirk tugging at my lips. "Well, wasn't that nice?" I say smirking.
Ethan finally opens his eyes, I stare at them, full of lust. I step back and turn around walking towards my bedroom. "Let me know when you need to practice." I say walking into my room, and falling asleep.
YOU ARE READING
Hazel
Romansa'I understand why he hates his father. He's the man who pushed his wife against the living room walls. The man who shoved his own son in the closet for hours. The reason why Masons mother committed suicide.' ...
