Behind the scenes

Behind the scenes

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Elea is a young woman who has lost her best friend Hailee at a very young age. When she gets the chance to turn one of her scripts into a movie, she takes it, even though she still struggles with consequences from the past. James needs a fresh start. After his nan's death he dragged his own name through the mud - now his managers have to clean up after him. After realising that alcohol, women and drugs won't help him out of his misery, he auditions for a new movie that happens to be Elea's. His hand pushed my hair to the side, bearing my neck for him and just for a faint second I felt him sucking on my skin. My brain melted for a moment before I regained control of my body. "You remember our kiss a few days back?" He asked. I nodded a bit too focused on how his muscles worked under that white shirt of his as he shrugged of his suit jacket. "Elea?" The smile was evident in his voice. "I don't know about you but I remember more than just a kiss." I taunted him, meeting his eyes across the table. "Whatever is was, you need to forget about it" he ordered. My loud laugh rang through the restaurant. "Sure" I stated dryly. "I'm serious" he shot back. "This was not how our first kiss was supposed to be like. I need you to give me another try."
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"You think I didn't want to forget you?" Enzo's voice cracked, raw and wrecked. "I tried. God, I fucking tried." Sloan's laugh came sharp and broken. "Then try harder." He stepped closer, green eyes wild. "You don't get it. You're not something I can fucking forget." His hand found her jaw, thumb trembling against her skin. "You're every fucking thing I can't unfeel." Her voice rose, sharp with pain. "And what the fuck do you want me to do about it?" He moved in until their bodies nearly touched, one hand sliding behind her head, pulling her in until their foreheads pressed together. His voice came out low, rough, trembling against her breath. "I want you to hate me more than you miss me," he whispered. "Just once." Sloan's breath hitched sharply, her steel blue eyes locked onto his. Enzo's fingers curled tighter at the nape of her neck, and God, he swore he could feel her breath tremble against his lips. "Maybe then... I could forget you," he whispered, both of them knowing it was a lie. _______ Months after she vanished into tequila, ink, chaos, and strangers' beds, Sloan Harlow still tasted like goodbye. And Enzo Graves remembered every second. Because pretending to move on didn't mean he stopped loving her- It just meant he learned how to suffer quieter. They broke each other. Now they're trying to survive the aftermath. But Enzo's past has a pulse... And obsession hasn't forgotten her name. He stayed in the town that still smells like her-every storm, every sketch, every silence carrying her mark. She ran across oceans, chasing freedom through art, danger, and strangers who almost made her forget. She can't forget him. Every touch since has felt like pretending. He can't let her go. Not when every scar still spells her name. Two continents. One unfinished story. When love turns into memory and memory turns into hunger, what's left is the quiet between heartbeats- the place they still belong to each other.

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