With the Lights Off...

(1): All of the Lights

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He closed the door behind us, his lips still on mine. His kisses wavered from light and sweet to hungry and wanting. I move my hand around his neck and let him kiss my neck quickly. He grabs my shirt in handfuls, yanking it off in one swift move. I inhale sharply as he stops to look at me.

"Are we really gonna do this, Lexi?" He asked, placing his hands on either side of my face. "I don't want you to think that I'm forcing you."

I smile shyly, not answering him. Instead, I pull him closer and kiss him heavily. His hands move to my sides, grasping me excitedly.

He pulls away again. "Lexi, please tell me you're NOT drunk. Because I know what drunk people do. They make bad decisions."

"You're not a bad decision Harry," I pant, moving my index finger up and down his jaw. "And no, I'm not drunk, thankyouverymuch."

He smiles and wraps his arms around me. "Yes you are. I can taste the tequila on your lips. And I'm guessing that's not the only thing you drank."

I giggle like a child and nod. "I had maybe..." I held up my fingers. "This many cozz-mow-po-lee-tansss!"

He laughs and grabs my shirt from the floor. He grabs my arms, thrusts them upward and helps me into my shirt. He straightens it out and kisses me on the lips. He hugs me tightly as we sit down on the edge of the bed.

I breathe his scent in worriedly. "Don't you want me?"

I hear a scoff and a chuckle. "Of course I do. I've wanted you for three years" he sighs. "I just don't want you to want me for all the wrong reasons. That's all."

I nod and kiss him under his chin. He grins, kisses my forehead and hugs me tightly.

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"And, CUT!"

I pull away from Ian's tight grasp and wait for my makeup artist. Our director, Clive Burton, runs over to me and squeals excitedly.

"Nee-naaaah, honey!" He smiles. "Fabuloso, bella! You sexy little thing, you! I actually bought the whole sexy thing, darling! Mm! Gorgeous!"

I smile and wink at him. "Always Clive," I whisper. I grab his Michael Kors-wrapped shoulder and hold him in place. "Darling! You look fabuloso!"

Referring to his obviously custom-made blazer: a striking shade of turquoise blue, overlaid by a darker, shimmery blue, with a classic deep collar, gorgeous black buttons and exquisite hand-stitching.

He winks back and gives me a little twirl. "Sebastiano's little surpise dear," he sighs lovingly."He just loves showering me with gifts. It pays to have a hot male model as a boyfriend."

I laugh and say, "Well, let me know where I can find one."

"Don't hold your breath darling," he giggles. "Sebastiano made sure that I was the only possessor of such a gorgeous piece!"

"Well, it IS phenomenal," I laugh, reaching for a bottle of Perrier. "But I was actually referring to the hot male model-as-a-boyfriend thing."

He laughs and looks over at Ian. "What's so wrong with Ian, Nina? The boy is a fine piece of work. Trust me, if I didn't have my Sebastiano, I'd be racing to chase him."

I grab a green apple from the snack table and laugh. "I told you before. I don't date any of my co-stars, Clive. Anymore."

"And that's where you're losing Nina, honey," he sighed. "It's quite obvious that there's an undeniable chemistry between the two of you. It's not something you lose that quickly."