Night On Set ❁ COLIFER

Chapter 63 ❁ Little piece of home

Jen's POV

Going to the set in separate cars on Monday morning turns out to be a mistake from the moment I enter my trailer.

Ginny doesn't even give me the chance to close the door behind me. She yanks the handle out of my hand, shoves me inside and slams the door shut behind us, leaving me baffled in the middle of my trailer.

"What are you doing?"

"What's going on?" she asks. "Did something happen between you two?"

She has The Look. The one where her eyebrows are crowded together over her green eyes and she just stares you down until you can't help but blurt it out—not necessarily the truth. When Ginny has The Look, you tell her anything.

I swallow audibly, regaining my calm. "What are you talking about?"

"You and Colin." She doesn't waste any more time and sits down on the leather couch, her arms crossed in front of her chest. "You came here in separate cars. I didn't hear him shouting at you. Something seems off."

Right. In our attempt to act as casual as possible, we might've acted cooler towards each other than usual. He didn't say good morning before he went to his trailer, but that was only because we woke up in the same bed. By the same alarm clock.

I didn't hear him shouting at you. Something seems off.

I have to keep myself from bursting into laughter. If this was anyone else, the combination of those two sentences would sound insane.

"We came in separate cars because he's leaving the set earlier than me," I say. I'm impressed by the calmness in my voice when I spin around to take Steve out of my bag. And, sadly, that part is the truth. "Nothing's wrong. You're making a mountain out of a molehill."

Too stubborn to divert from her suspicion, she narrows her eyes even more. "Is it because you've basically been living together for the past two years? I can imagine it can get too much when you spend this much time with some—"

"Ginny, stop."

If only she knew I spent the entirety of Sunday in Colin's arms. If only she knew how energized I'm feeling, even after staying up until three in the morning because we couldn't stop laughing. (The staying-up-all-night-to-talk thing they talk about when two people first get together? Totally true. And there's literally nothing better in this world.)

(The literal kind of literally. Not the "I am literally crying right now but actually I'm just staring at my screen with a poker face" kind of literally.)

If only she knew all of that, she wouldn't be standing in my trailer, looking at me like she's trying to solve the great mystery of my mental status.

I give her a look of my own. One that isn't deserving of a capital letter, but it seems to be enough to shut her up— for three seconds. And then she has found something else to focus all her attention on.

"There's something different." Her face softens and the frown disappears, but she's just as suspicious when she grabs my hand. "There's a glow in your eyes."

Fuck. Should have thought about the glow. Did not consider the glow. FUCKKKK.

"I don't have a glow in my eyes, Ginny," I say, quickly turning around to the coffee machine. She's not the first person to notice this; according to my sister, that glow is how she can tell I'm in love. "Are you imagining yourself a detective this morning? If that's the case, I'll have to disappoint you, because it's just an ordinary Monday. No mysteries. No abnormalities."