"Do you know today at the studio,I actually wanted to quit" I watch Scarlett blab my entire focus on her. "Oh really?" She pouts, grabbing the wine bottle, filling her glass again. I shake my head, my lips twitching in amusement. She's one wine lover alright. "Then you said all those things about me" she looks up at me. "Not like I don't know I'm sexy but then you said those things" she repeated drastically. I chuckle. Drunk Scarlett is fucking cute. And she's always cute, I correct myself with a smile. "I have to admit my head went kaboom" she gestures the Xplosion with her hands. "I mean today was so great. I had fun you had fun" I chuckle. Maybe I shouldn't have encouraged her to drink so much. "Didn't you have fun?" she asks, suddenly pinning me down with her vivid sparkling eyes. My eyes dart to her chest, now covered by my jacket. Thank heavens because the moment she stepped out of the bathroom and I caught a glimpse of her nipples I almost stopped breathing. I

A tremble whip through my body and incredulity pours through me as I reecho the question in my head again. And my heart threw off a crazy beat. How did she know? Was I so obvious? I hate the way she is looking at me as if she can see through me and my facades. I gulp down past the lump in my throat. My stomach curls up in fright, excitement or what? I'm not sure. I square my shoulders. "Scarlett…"panic thread through my voice. I rub the stubble on my head. What would I say? Yes? No? Yes and No? Maybe she just said it because she's drunk. And she's not sure what she's saying. "Please tell me. I'm so curious" Scarlett interrupts my thought. I frantically glance around, suddenly noticing how pretty the place is but that really isn't the deal. I just couldn't stand her intense gaze. "Have you ever been in love before?" I ask diverting the question. She stays quiet for some time and picked up her glass drowning it down. "And you have you been in love before?" She returns my q

Scarlett belches loudly looking around frantically with a cute pout and a confused look that graces in her delicate features. "Everything alright?" I quiz, wondering about the sudden change of attitude. "This is not my home?" It isn't exactly like a statement. It sounds like she is asking me and there is uncertainty pretty obvious in her gaze."You want to leave?" I ask instead of replying to her question. She tilts her head to the right and proceeds to look at me suspiciously, shifting uncomfortably in her seat , "You're Evans?" Again she did not sound so certain of her statement and there is a hint of question and suspicion in her eyes. "Yes it's me Scarlett" I confirm packing up my jacket. Phone and wallet. "I think I'm drunk" she mumbles, hardly paying any attention to me as I speak. I frown and follow her gaze and to my surprise Scarlett is watching a waiter carrying a bottle of wine in a tray. I gasp, mortified. Then reach for Scarlett's and successfully gain her atten

I puff, listening to the sound echo through the room before I open my eyes to stare at the empty room. The room was dark except for the little light reflection from the partly opened window. The bed is so soft and cuddle. Huge. Very huge. A bed fit for a queen. But sadly I will have to get ready to get up from this sweet comfort. I snuggle with the bed one last time then push off the bed. I stretch my sleeping muscles yawning loudly. I glance around the room cautiously and there is no sign of Evans anywhere but I did catch a glimpse of the digital wall clock hung up indicating the time as five in the morning. I roll my stuff shoulders and crack my neck muscles with my brows knitted together into a frown. Damn my head aches like a bitch. Maybe that's why although I'm feeling really sleepy I can't sleep. I slip out of the room quietly so as not to alert Evans or anyone else that nightvbe asleep. Not that I want to snoop around or something I just really need to stretch my legs and

My brain goes on to register the sudden movement and my head buzzes with alarm and red flags. I can almost see a huge flashing sign in front of me advertising the fact that this is an absolute terrible idea. I rack my head for a response, one that could give justification to what might go down now. Or give me enough reason to pull away and end things right now before anything can go down. My brain bounces from option to option. The tried and true default excuse of me being married doesn’t look like it might work this time.But there is another thing ringing in my head and that is the question that has been bugging me for some time. The question that pushes me into this situation in the first place. Is Evans in love with me? Could that be the reason he’s kissing me or is it because of the movie and he is turned on and cannot control himself anymore. Or maybe both, he might like me and just use this movie as an excuse. I remain frozen on my spot not pulling away or reciprocating the su