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(6:40 PM): Apart from being dark and dramatic … what makes a man your type? What is eventually going to make a man The One? H (6:43 PM): I think … if they can find a reason to laugh with me on the worst day.
Hannah Bellinger had always been more of a supporting actress than a leading lady. The hype girl.
Hannah couldn’t dream of anything better than summing up a distinct moment with the right song. To help weave together the atmosphere.
Music was the backbone of movies. Of everything. One line from a song could help Hannah define her own feelings, and the opportunity to put that passion to art was something she spent every day wanting.
Definitely not thinking about how easy it would be to prowl over her on that bed, tease her a little more, run his fingertips along that section of skin between her hip bones and waist, flirt until kissing turned into her idea, instead of his intention all along. He knew the dance moves well.
“I suffered through that live-action Cats movie last night trying to score points with the wife. One fart—one—and I lost all my progress.” Fox bit back a smile. “No luck, huh?” “Had to sleep on the couch,” grumbled the deckhand.
But in his fantasies with Hannah, their minds were in sync as well as their physical selves. They laughed as often as they moaned. Even thinking of their fingers gripped together, the trust in her eyes, added to the insane pleasure.
“It really lends itself to the whole main-character moment.” “The main-character moment?” “Yeah. You know, when you’ve got the perfect mood going, soundtrack to match. And you’re on a rainy road, feeling dramatic. You’re the star of your own movie.
Hannah needed every loose end tied together. And in this case, the loose ends were inside him. She wasn’t going to stop digging until she found and identified them one by one.
I don’t want to be the one thing you fail at. Or the choice you question.”
All his cards were on the table. He’d taken off a layer of skin last night and exposed himself. Yet here she sat, not budging. Just being there. Right alongside of him. Permanent.
You can’t live life worrying about what people will think. You’ll wake up one day, look at a calendar, and count the days you could have spent being happy.
A decade earlier, Fox and Hannah went to Bel-Air to pack her things. She could still remember the zero-gravity feeling of that trip.
Since then, they’d made a million memories, each day with a different soundtrack, and she cherished every single one.
