"There's two things in life you can't take back-words and bullets. So make sure you hit what you aim at and make sure you mean what you say." -prompt
"Did you like the scene?" Alex asked from his seat. They were alone in the dressing room now, his door being left slightly ajar. Bentley shrugged, keeping her eyes off of him to look around to the costumes hanging on the rack. She let her fingers trail over the vests and the buckles on them before actually replying.
"It was good," she replied vaguely, feeling her cheeks burn as she thought about how serious he looked that close to that black haired girl's face. Something Scarlet, wasn't it? She swallowed thickly, wondering if he actually liked her or if she was really that special.
"That's it?" he sounded genuinely hurt and Bentley immediately felt the rush of guilt sag her shoulders as she turned back to face him.
"I'm sorry; I was just-distracted is all." she replied, biting the inside of her mouth. She leveled her gaze and noticed the five o'clock shadows and those lines crinkling the corners of his eyes. He smiled now, those lines deepening and he ran his thick fingers over his stubble, the scratching filling the silence between them.
"Distracted?" the way he said it made it seem like she meant something else. She flushed darkly, letting her hair fall in front of her face as she looked quickly to the floor and then the walls plastered in programs and movie posters.
"Not like that," she murmured, running a hand up her crinkled sleeve. He launched himself from the tiny fabric chair to a standing position and crossed the space between them in two quick strides. She almost took a step back but forced herself to look at him. Those green eyes watched her too intently as she opened her mouth but shut it just as quickly.
"I-I wasn't watching on purpose. I was waiting for you to-" her voice faltered as he grabbed her forearm. His fingers trailed every inch of her bare skin down to her fingertips before lifting her hand.
"You weren't at all distracted by me? You were distracted by what? Can I admit something to you?" he smelled like fresh pine mixed with spicy cinnamon. It was both distracting and reminding her of Christmas morning with him wearing flannel pjs. That was an image she wanted to linger on for too long. She blinked, momentarily spacing out.
"Go for it," she said without meaning to. She swallowed, unable to fully catch her breath with him pressing so closely. Her skin was feverish to the touch near her hand and she could have sworn he could hear her heart thumping loudly. He was too pretty.
One side of his mouth opened slightly to reveal his teeth and a soft smile. Short, black lashes brushed his cheek and a stray lash rested underneath his right eye. Bentley itched to pick it off but feared what would happen if her other hand was touching him too.
"I want to take you out on a date without your freakishly insecure boss knowing and I also want to kiss you."
"You know she will find out," Bentley tried to look away but couldn't draw her hand away to save her life. Every nerve in her whole body tightened, waiting for something to happen.
"About the date or the kiss?" he whispered closer to her ear now, the room suddenly feeling very open and exposed as if she was standing in the foyer. That crack in the door looked like an empty hallway now as she shrank back into the wallpaper but he didn't seem to move any farther away.
"Well, obviously the date because unless she's watching now then I think we are safe," Bentley half regretted the words as soon as they left her mouth. His eyes unfocused on her eyes and his mouth pressed warmly against hers. Everything else blanked out, her thoughts feeling fuzzy and unclear. Something whispered in the back of her mind that it was a bad idea. She broke away for air, her eyes pressed firmly shut as if opening them would shatter the image she had implanted in her mind of him leaning in.
"Are you going to open your eyes and tell me yes to my date?"
She squeezed his hand and opened her eyes to meet his laughing face. Something stirred in her chest and a shivering thrill ran up her spine.
"Of course I want to go on a date with you, but do you really mean it? I'm not just going to go by the wayside after one date?"
He frowned slightly, tugging her into his mouth again. She froze, her shoulders hunched up.
"Of course I mean what I said," he replied, tilting his head slightly to the side, quizzically looking at her. He hesitantly lifted up his hand near her face before brushing a stray lock behind her ear. She winced as he hit her cartilage piercing but didn't say anything.
"Okay," she murmured, smiling at him but hating the way that made the giddiness rise up in her throat. "If you really mean it."
