Cockles (unfinished, morally wrong, and just generally awful)

4

I push open the door, finally off of the set, I couldn't stand the looks I got thrown, the directer part of Richard wasn't too phased about the off script kiss, it was easy to cut after the long look, but my friend Richard, had some questions, questions I didn't quite know the answers to yet, all I could think about was Misha's lips and I don't really care what Richard thinks. I exit the set and breath in the cold air, hoping it'll knock some sense into me, unfortunately, my mind is still overshadowed by the want- no nEED to kiss Misha. I stop and turn around, I had gone out the door Misha always uses, he should be coming out any second now. The door starts to open and my heart rate rises, I swear I almost faint on the spot when Misha walks out, wearing one of his adorable sweaters and a pear of jeans. He meets my gaze. It feels like eternity before he's in front of me.  I have to act cool until we're in private.