Chapter Eight
Ida
By the time production starts two weeks later, that impromptu kiss I pressed onto Faye’s lips, which wasn’t even a real kiss, has grown to enormous proportions in my head. I have examined it from every possible angle and torn apart every possible motive I could have had for being so brazen as to touch my lips to hers unbidden. While there are fair arguments to be made for me being in character, I know, in my heart, there was more to it than that.
Spending the better part of the past two weeks in her company hasn’t helped with erasing that special moment from my mind. And the prospect of whiling away hours and hours with each other during endless on-set waits fills me with a glee that is the opposite of what I felt on that day I froze during rehearsals.
Every evening w
