Page 53 of Lights, Murder, Action
He takes out his phone and pulls up a message. It’s from Rachel. I love it when they make it easy. That way we can leave all the chasing for the camera, along with all the pleading and begging.
Rachel:How does spaghetti at my house sound? Say Thursday at seven p.m.?
Hayden:Works for me. Text me your address and I’ll see you then.
Rachel:Can’t wait.
“I can’t either,” I say, smiling wider when I catch my reflection in the phone screen.
“It’ll make for the perfect date,” Hayden says with conviction in his tone.
“Will it?” I raise a brow, my arm pulling away from him.
He holds me where I am, gripping onto me tighter. “For you and me, yes. So close to our anniversary too.”
My heart warms and I relax against him. “I can’t believe it’s almost been a year.”
“With so many to come too.”
“Many more years and movies,” I say, licking at his cheek.
He smirks. “Movies and victims.”
“So many, and only time will tell who the next one will be.”
“It will tell you, my little idol, and you’ll show me whose direction it sends you in.”
“You and your camera,” I remind him.
“We both belong to you, and we’re always here for you to use any way you’d like.”
I run a hand down the center of his body. “The sooner we finish here, the sooner you can prove it to me.”
He brushes his lips over mine, stroking one of my nipples through my shirt. “I love you, you know that, my movie star?”
“I love you too, Hayden, my cameraman.”
Maybe it’s not a romance for the stars, but it is one worth capturing on film.
