Bad plan.

12

      I walked into the empty gym, tossing my bag to the corner. I let out a deep sigh, as I stretched down touching my toes, trying to keep my mind off of the scene I knew I would have to film tomorrow. How on earth am I going to do this? I put my Bluetooth ear buds in, putting on a mix of hard rock and other music with a heavy bass.
    Since we had shot things out of order I still had one 'fight' scene left. It was more of my character training then actual fighting.  Yeah, I know I training for a training fight scene, weird I know. I continued to go through the movements, still attempting not use my hand. I couldn't make a fist so when I jabbed out with I left it loose.
     My feet glided effortlessly across the mats, as I thought about the scene with Karl. The one where Bones admits his feelings. And the kiss afterward, just thinking about it caused me to trip up. I stumbled forward, almost landing face first.
Grumbling to myself I turned to go back to my starting point. I collided into someone, that someone happened to Karl, and I collided into his bare chest to be precise. I swear the gods look down me in humor, my life must be a hit comedy tv show from wherever they are. Things like this seem to happen only to me. I pulled the ear buds out of my ears, taking a deep breath.
"Hey there kid." He stated, looking down at me with beautiful eyes of his.
      "Seriously, old man, you can't be creeping on me like that." I attempted to scold him, I knew I was failing at it but still I tried. "What are you doing here?"
     "The guys said you might need help going over a few things." He shrugged.
     "Which guys? And what things?" A suddenly wave of nervousness washed over me. I walked around him taking a deep breath.
    "I'm sure you can guess which guys and the training scene. Unless there was other stuff you needed to go over." He casually replied from behind me. Yeah, I knew which two guys. Damn Tom and damn Chris, putting there noses in my personal life. Hopefully I could explain that sure I could use some help going over the training scene. Let's just not mention the other scene, the one makes me incredibly nervous, I mean who wouldn't? It's Mr. Smooth as Whiskey I have to kiss, no big deal, right? Wrong.
      "Renee? Is there something else?" Karl's voice brought me back from my incoherent internal babbling, my head snapped up realizing I had taken to long to respond and now he would know that there was something else that I should probably go over. Maybe I could just play off, cool and calm
      "Yeah, I'm mean sure. I could go over the training scene again. It always help to have a practice dummy." I replied to quickly, not bothering to turn around. Sure cool and calm you idiot Renee. Seriously, someone talk for me, I'm making an idiot out of myself again.
     "But there's something else, isn't there?" His hand on my shoulder startled me, damn him and his quiet steps.
     "No?" He pulled my shoulder making me face him, his eyebrow raised as he looked down at me.
     "You don't sound so sure." His words had soften, and he was close to me. Did I ever mention how heavenly he smelled?
     "I..I'm sure?" I couldn't raise my eyes to meet him.
      "Alright. Let's try this again, what's made you so nervous this time?" He asked, I know I'm making myself look like a damned fool right now. I mean how could I not, he a seasoned actor, a kissing scene probably isn't that big of a deal. I chew on my bottom lip trying to figure out how to respond to him. He took a deep breath before placing his knuckles under my chin and forcing me to look up at him.
     "I think I might know what it is." He finally said, he took a step into me, my heart threaten to tear through my rib cage. My words caught up in the back of my throat, I could feel the heat rush my face. "It's the kiss, isn't it?"
    My brain wasn't functioning, all I could was nod. He snaked his arm around behind my back, pulling me flush against his chest. Instinctively my hands went to his chest, millions of thoughts coursed through my mind as he slowly lean it. My eyes fluttered closed as I felt his lips tenderly touched mine. Dear god, if I were to die now I'd be fine with that.
     His lips moved against mine, and I responded like wise. Let's count the wonderful things about his man. Amazing accent, check, panty melting grin, check, eyes you could lost in, check. Smells to good to be true, double check, voice a smooth as whiskey, triple check. And the man could kiss that would spark a fire on the coldest night. The only problem with this is, this was just for a movie.
    Slowly his lips left mine, and left me wanting more. He pulled back and looked down at me, with that smirk. That damn smirk knowing he had me tongue tied yet again.
    "See nothing to be nervous of." He said softly, his arms still around me.
    "I think I'll always be nervous kissing you." Well, I can officially say the filter button on my mouth was broken. Cause I can one hundred percent guarantee you I did not mean to say that out loud.
    "Really? And why is that, Renee?"