"Come here," his voice is gentle again.
She gives in, placing her small hand in his. Lifting the cloth, he sees her blood spill out from her palm. He inhales sharply through his teeth and presses the rag back down. They sit there like that for abo...
Nathan groans at the piercing noise on Sandra's night stand.
Eyes still closed, she reaches over and blindly slaps around until she hits the snooze button. Turning onto her back, she rubs her face with her hand several times to wake up. Still yawning, she sits up in bed.
There's a clicking noise as Baxter and Brandy come barreling down the hallway towards her room. They leap onto the bed and smother her with wet dog kisses.
The time on the clock is 4:00 a.m. It's her first day on set and her call time is in an hour and a half.
Nathan reaches over to Sandra and tugs on her cotton nightshirt, trying to pull her back down.
She leans over to give him a quick kiss. "Gotta go. Take your time, grab some breakfast. I'll call you later."
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Donning her fuzzy slippers, she pads into her bathroom and turns on the hot water. Minutes later, she steps out of the shower with white Egyptian cotton wrapped tightly around her body. She squeezes any remaining water out of her dark locks. The air is heavy with moisture.
Staring at herself in the fogged up mirror, she reaches up to wipe the condensation away. A thin, pink line on her hand becomes visible in her reflection. She pauses, her hand still on the mirror but her eyes a million miles away. She can still feel his touch on her shoulder. She can see him crouched in front of her, his feet bare, concern on his face.
"Can I see?" he points to her hand.
"I'm fine."
"Come here...."
His large hands were a little rough, calluses forming a map showing where he held the dumbbells at the gym. With his eyes trained on her hand, he didn't notice her staring. His hair was growing in, long enough she found herself hypnotized by the slight movement caused by the ceiling fan. She could feel the warmth of his hand cradling hers, the other pressing the thin cloth to her wound.
Shaking her head, she tries to fling the flashback out of her mind. Reaching for her vanilla bean lotion, she rubs it into her dewy skin. She pulls on black leggings and an oversized sweatshirt, throws her hair into a high ponytail and hops into her car.
Forty-five minutes later, she pulls into the parking lot at Twentieth Century Fox and is directed to the roped off area for the cast and crew of Speed. She finds the spot marked with her name. Next to her, she recognizes the black Norton motorcycle. A small smile appears on her face as she remembers the rumble of his bike announcing his arrival at her home a few nights ago.
She makes her way onto the set and is greeted by Jan.
Keanu is huddled with Jeff and Dennis, going over some lines.
