Grant opened his trailer door and smiled at me, his phone in his right hand. I got up and kissed him, my arms wrapping around his neck and his hands placing themselves on my waist. We slowly made our way over to the couch, our lips never disconnecting. Grant sat down and I sat down on his lap.
Suddenly, the door opened. I quickly slid of Grant's lap and bit my lower lip, still being able to taste the minty chapstick he must've been using.
"Grant, you know I love you, but there are some things I just don't want to see," I recognized the long haired man as Carlos Valdes, who was covering his eyes.
"You can look now Carlos," Grant sighed.
"We need you back on set," Carlos pointed towards the door.
"Ok," Grant got up, giving me a kiss on the cheek before leaving me to sit on the couch alone. At least it was comfortable.
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