Page 88 of Never Date a Celebrity

Amelia answered by pressing a kiss to her cheek. “They do.”

Imogen smiled and ran her finger down Amelia’s arm. “Can this arm still hug?”

“Last time I checked.” She wrapped it around Imogen’s back as proof.

“Then all my expectations for tonight are fulfilled.”

Amelia tingled all over. “And are there expectations that go beyond tonight?”

“Oh my God, there are so many,” Imogen replied. “It’ll likely take years to fulfil them all.”

“Wow. Then we better get started.”

“We’ve got time.”

Amelia caught her own smile in the elevator mirror. Yeah, they did, didn’t they?

Chapter Seventeen

“I can’t believe the studio are pushing you to get your cast off early,” Imogen said as she rushed around the kitchen making breakfast, which she had insisted on doing by herself no matter how many times Amelia offered to help.

Amelia grinned behind her coffee cup. “I thought you would be happy about me having two fully functioning hands again.”

Imogen shot her a quick glance. “I think you’re doing just fine with what you’ve got.” Her cheeks went pink.

Amelia doubted she would ever get enough of that combination—the sexy comments paired with Imogen blushing immediately after. It was so quintessentially Imogen—confident and shy all at once. “I’ve made do.” She enjoyed their moment of sexually charged eye contact before Imogen visibly shook herself and continued with breakfast. Amelia chuckled. Imogen took the responsibility of getting Amelia to work on time very seriously.

It had been three weeks since they had made their relationship official. Halloween had been and gone, and December was fast approaching. Amelia had spent most of her nights at Imogen’s place. And whenever she had a late shoot, Imogen stayed at the hotel. They had made an agreement very early on that they needed to spend as much time together as possible before Amelia had to leave.

Imogen came rushing over with two plates of poached eggs and avocado on toast.

Amelia’s stomach growled in appreciation. “You are spoiling me. You know I’d be happy with some cereal, right?”

“I am not serving my hot, famous girlfriend cereal. How are you going to beat up all the baddies fuelled by only wheat and sugar?” Imogen asked as she sat down opposite her.

“I don’t have to beat up any baddies for another three weeks,” Amelia pointed out. But her leaving date was approaching fast, and they were both constantly aware of it. “Which is why it’s ridiculous that they want my cast off now. The doctor won’t even do it for at least another week.”

“Tell them it’s sore and you need to keep it on for another five weeks.” Imogen sent her a grin. Though Amelia knew she was only half teasing.

She wished she could buy them more time. But this new director wasn’t going to wait another second for her. Word had it, he was already frustrated that he had to wait until filming ended on Always the Bridesmaid. It was flattering, really. It meant he seriously wanted Amelia for the part. If he didn’t, he could have cast someone who was available now.

“Did you see the latest article that’s circulating?” Amelia asked after devouring a mouthful of food. At first, she worried about broaching the topic of tabloids and gossip with Imogen. Scared she would find it overwhelming or too much to take. But she had quickly learned that Imogen was staying true to her word and taking it all in her stride. They were even able to laugh about most of it.

“That we’re already secretly married? I saw it. I wonder what our wedding was like.” Imogen sipped her coffee.

“It must have been small if we managed to keep it secret,” Amelia surmised.

Imogen nodded. “True. Where did we have it?”

“Oh, on the beach. Of course. It was windy, but we didn’t care. We took shelter in a nearby cave.”

“Thank God for caves. Did we wear dresses? Under our coats that were keeping us warm from the wind?”

“We did. Mine had more frills than yours did.”

“Standard. You will have looked like the most beautiful bride in the world.”

“Joint,” Amelia corrected her.