Samara looked terrified now. Dana had made her terrified. She followed Samara outside, trying to keep up with her as they headed in the direction of the SUV.
“Hey, can we talk, please?” she asked.
“Not now. We’re in public, Dana.”
“No one knows who you are right now. Can–”
“Later,” Samara interjected and didn’t wait for her. “Can you hurry up? I want to get out of here.”
“Yeah, I’m coming. But for the record,youkissedmeback.”
“Can we just not right now, Dana? Please,” Samara requested, stopping then to let Dana finally catch up to her.
Dana saw what looked like fear and confusion on her face and said, “Fine. Sure. Let’s just go. I’m tired and starting to feel the alcohol anyway.”
CHAPTER 19
She knew Dana was upset with her. She wanted to tell Dana to join the club because Samara was upset with herself. She couldn’t believe she had done that: she’d kissed a woman in the middle of a crowded dance floor. Yes, she’d been wearing a wig and some ridiculous glasses, but if someone had paid close enough attention, they would’ve been able to recognize her. Hell, maybe someonehadrecognized her, and there were already photos or even a video online, with people wondering if she’d just been drunk, making out with some tourist, or if there had been more to the story and she’d been sober, making out with her new co-star, which was the actual truth.
Samara couldn’t even pretend to be drunk. She had finished her strong drink very quickly, yes, but it hadn’t kicked in fully by then. She could still try to tell Dana that it had, but Dana would know better than that. Dana always seemed to know things, could pick up on things, or didn’t mind telling Samara things directly and honestly, which was a nice change of pace for Samara most of the time because a lot of people just gave in to her every whim. Kyla did not these days, but that was mainly because pregnancy had affected her temper, and she was ready to pop. Before that, though, Kyla had basically done whatever Samara had asked.
Not only was Dana honest with her, but she was beautiful and sexy, and when Samara had been dancing with her, all she had wanted to do was kiss her for real this time. She’d been ready. She hadfeltready to take that step. She’d known it would be good. Dana could kiss. And Samara had actually been wondering if they’d kiss as themselves and not as theircharacters, if it would be any better. It had been. Dana’s lips had been like water on a burning fire of the desire Samara had felt for her since day one, but also like a match striking the fire up all over again.
The drive back to their trailers hadn’t helped. She hadn’t known what to say, and the temperature in the car had been way off because the driver hadn’t made sure the car was ready for them, which had been Samara’s fault. He hadn’t been prepared for them to leave so soon, and neither had she. She’d wanted the dance, the kiss, another drink, a make-out session off to the side of the dance floor, with hands roaming and Dana asking if Samara wanted to go home with her. Samara was sure she would’ve said no because she would’ve come to her senses by then. Kissing her co-star and doing more with her after would’ve been a mistake, but she had never wanted anyone so much before. She hadn’t ever been so attracted to another person, and she’d let that get in the way of her logic, which had been constantly telling her to stop this, find some stranger, get laid, and move the hell on.
When they had gotten back to set, Dana had offered to help her out of the car, but Samara had declined. She got out on her own, pulled off the glasses and the wig, and hurried past Dana into her trailer, deciding to just sleep there instead of going to her hotel since the room here was already at seventy degrees and it was late anyway.
“Samara,” Dana said to her from just outside the door. “I’m sorry.”
Samara just stood there, leaning back against the counter where Dana had stood earlier, and wished she could tell Dana that it wasn’t her fault. This was something that Samara had to own.
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“Can we move some things around?” she asked Reed the next day.
“Not really. Why?”
“I just think we could shoot some of my scenes today.Maybe we move shooting Stella and Jessica’s stuff when they walk into the bar to today and finish the Stella and Bray stuff tomorrow.”
“There’s no tomorrow, Samara. Today is our last day at this location.”
“Is it a budget thing? Can we rent it out tomorrow, too, or maybe a day next week? I can cover the rental cost.”
“No, we cannot rent it out tomorrow. They’re hosting some big high school reunion or something here. And next week won’t work because–” Reed paused then and stopped walking to ask, “What’s going on?”
“Nothing,” she replied, stopping along with her. “I just feel really ready for that scene.”
“The scene where it’s just Stella and Jessica walking into a bar? Doesn’t seem all that challenging. Did you really have to prep much for that?”
“Hey, I have lines.”
“Two; you have two lines. What’s really going on here? Where’s Dana? You two have been attached at the hip lately.”
“We have not been attached at any hips,” she argued a little too aggressively and walked off. “I’ll be in hair.”
“Okay. I’ll see you on set, then,” Reed replied. “Bye, I guess.”
“Bye!” Samara yelled back and headed to the hair trailer. “I’m here,” she said, walking in and finding Dana sitting in a chair, with the empty one next to her ready for Samara.
