Fallon
Editing the video was easy.
Keeping my heart out of it? Not so much.
I told myself it was just work — like every other brand deal I’d done. Just footage, just angles, just carefully curated moments designed to sell a product and a lifestyle.
But the camera didn’t lie.
Every time I cut a new clip, I felt it — the warmth of Reid’s hand brushing my waist, the way his fingers lingered a little too long when he adjusted my robe, the soft, almost-smile when he thought I wasn’t looking. And when I hit play and watched the way he tucked my hair behind my ear — gentle and unhurried — my breath caught.
I knew it was for show. For the brand. For the internet’s favorite fairytale.
But I still felt it.
And the more I watched it, the harder it was to pretend I didn’t.
By the time I added
