Perfect - {Matthew Daddario}

Chapter 9

Matt's POV:

The drive home was tedius. Al I could think about was Victoria and how I wanted to turn the car back around and go back to her. Kiss her again. All night.

Tori' s amazing. I might be falling for her. I know it's too soon and I barely know her, but I can't help it. I can't deny what I feel, what I've felt since I first saw her. There was this spark, this feeling I can't seem to shake off. She has been on my mind ever since.

I think about the kiss we just shared and I ask myself what does it mean.

Does she feel what I feel?

How am I suppose to act tomorrow?

I should probably stop worrying. It was just a kiss. It meant nothing.

Or did it?...

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When I wake up the next morning I think of calling Tori or at least texting but I didn't know what to say. But I also knew that not calling or texting would be rude so I send her a good morning text and get in the shower.

After getting dressed I look at my phone and read Tori's text message

Tori: gm see you on set

I still have an hour to spare so I get in my car and drive to the tiny diner down the street and but a large coffee. I sit in one of the many empty tables and sip my hot drink while scrolling through  Instagram. 

Victoria had posted a picture, her caption, "Ready for the day ahead #NoMakeup"

At least one of us is ready to face the day.

I sit there staring at the picture, admiring her beauty. Her big brown eyes sparkling. Her long, thick eyelashes. Her pink, full lips.

She's perfect.

When I get to set, I'm rushed to my dressing room, and shortly called to set. Tori was already there, wearing a short, skin tight dress. She looked so damn sexy. She waves and smiles when she sees me, I smile back.

"Okay everyone take your places." Calls the producer.

I take a sit in one of the seats at the booth of the fake night club and become Ryan.

"Scene one. Take one." 

Tori's POV:

Dance music starts playing, my cue to bring Raven to life.

I take a deep breath and slowly walk towards the bar. I stop halfway there, scanning the room until I spot Matt, Ryan. I walk towards him and sit one stool away from him.

We go through our script, line by line, not screwing up once and then his hand is on my thigh and I'm leaning in, our lips touch and we kiss, it was sloppy and wet. I felt strange, alien. It wasn't real.

"Cut"

We break the kiss and I look away, avoiding eye contact.

"Everything was great, up until the kiss." Maggie walks our way and starts to going off on how terrible that kiss was. "It looked like y'all were in pain."

Only if she knew how awkward this was for me and probably for Matt as well.

"I don't understand. I'll do anything to make out with this one." she gives Matt a flirty look and he chuckles, a bit blushed.

"You're right. Sorry I'll do better." I muttered playing with my fingers, something I do when I feel anxiety. 

"Okay. Let's try this again."

          After a few takes we finally get it right. This time, he places both hands gently on my neck and lowers them until they're at my hips and I place mine on the back of hips head, deepening the kiss. It was sloppy and hot. Full of desire. And this time it felt real. Just like it did last night.

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"So that was awkward." Matt says after we're done shooting for the day.

"It'll we even more awkward tomorrow." I remind him. He agreeably nods his head and offers me a ride home.

I really should get a car.

"so about last night." Matt breaks the silence."That was... interesting."

"Yeah. I guess it was."

And it was silent again.

Interesting. What does that mean?

It was interesting, any new territory always is. But what does that mean for us now? I don't want things to change. Our friendship is too important. I don't want to mess that up over a stupid kiss. So when he asks what happens next, that's exactly what I tell him.

I can see the disappointment in his expression. And I want to tell him I didn't mean it. That kiss has been the best thing to happen to me in months. But I don't. I just sit there in silence until we get home.

I want him to say something. Anything. But he doesn't I say good night and get out the car. I don't look because if I do I might do something stupid like telling him I want to kiss him again. That's all I wanted to do right now, kiss him. It didn't matter how many times we had kissed earlier, I still craved his lips.