Six scenes of episode seven just wrapped up and everyone is busy packing up to get home. I stepped out for a while, even if we were already on the rooftop, to take a breather—I needed it for my damned life.
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The fourth scene being a kissing scene has consumed my energy from this whole filming process. It wasn't a whole make out session to begin with. It was nothing but a simple kiss—a yearning one, yes, but nothing too complicated but I got lost into it, so much that my jaw came undone after the scene ended with applause and teasing from the crew.
It didn't help that during the quick rest to monitor the scenes, there was only one unoccupied chair. One that's for P'Nay, which she's offered for me to sit on while Orm went to the restroom. I removed my heels in an instant because it's been killing me the whole night and it felt liberating having those removed while I took my seat.
Orm came back from her bathroom break and out of nowhere, my heart took a leap as she casually sat in between my legs, on the same chair. She has set aside her heels as well and took the walkie-talkie as if to mimic P'Nay directing the production crew.
Meanwhile, my head spiraled as she's sat comfortably in between my crotch. But I maintained a facade, ignoring the fact that she's in between my legs, without a single gap, and just let her be.
That's what you get from manspreading so much, Ling.
I eventually relaxed and couldn't help but sigh and smiled into her antics—still engrossed into being a director.
It was a chilly night as the wind is blowing harder and the night going deeper. I couldn't help but feel Orm's arms to check if she's cold, which earned a small jump from the former.
"Sorry, was just checking if you're cold. Do you want my blazer?" I offered.
"It's alright, P'Ling. I don't want to trouble the stylists anymore, they will have to fix your layered fit again, it's a hassle. Besides, I got a hoodie here from Mae. Thank you for your concern, though!" And then she winked at me.
Crimson crept on my face but thank goodness for the dark that helped me hid it from everyone.
Then, I realized—this girl is making me feel a lot of things. A lot of emotions.
I feel crazy about her.
I want to take care of her.
I love her.
Eh?
That's not it. It can't be.
I snapped out of my crazy thoughts and excused myself. I stood up and wore my heels which gained a look from the younger.
"Why don't you rest more, P'Ling? We still got time before the next scene. Those heels are a pain in the ass, well not really in the ass, but you get the point."
"It's okay, Orm. I just wanted to stretch and take small walks so I won't feel sleepy." Excuses.
Orm looked sad after she lost the warmth behind her. And she wasn't buying her excuses.
Suddenly, "Was I heavy? Sorry P'Lingling, I didn't mean to lean on you. It just happened that you feel really nice and warm and it feels good after all these wind slapping my skin." She looked down and I felt bad.
"No Orm, you weren't heavy. You were never heavy. Do you still feel cold? Here, let me—"
I took her hand to make her stand up and hugged her. My heart was doing somersaults as she beamed and placed her arms around my shoulders, while rubbing my back. I then wrapped my arms around her waist to return the warmth.
I hugged her too many times but each time always feels so good that I wanted to cry. I love having her around me. But it's not right. I shouldn't feel this way.
But my body already betrayed me by offering her a hug. One that she will never reject. Orm loves hugs. And as someone who isn't into skin ship, I learned to love hugs as time goes by. But more like, I only love Orm's hugs. She gives the best hugs in this mortal plane.
I gave in, but the somersaults in my heart did not die down easily. If anything, they even got more aggressive as Orm tightened the hug—obviously enjoying every bit.
The filming resumed and the scenes are still so intimate as our characters finally understood each other. The butterflies in my stomach only grew crazier until we were done with the last part.
I didn't realize I was holding my breath and released a deep, deep sigh.
I excused myself to clear my mind. I have to get this feeling out of my body or things will get complicated.
I don't like complicated.
This inexcusable feeling I have for my co-star shall not be known. I looked at myself at the restroom's mirror and tidied my shirt.
I am better than this.
I stepped out and went back to where everyone is. I hugged Orm for the last time, bid goodbye to the staffs, and went to my ride home.
I once again brushed the feelings off I have for the girl I adore so much. So much that it fucking hurts.