“Hey, take a little break” she smiled coming up to him from behind when he turned to face her.
“I can’t. I need to read the script one zaidi time and practice my lines” he answered quite harshly and turned around again.
“I bet wewe know them very well, wewe always do. Let’s have a coffee…” she stood in front of him and with a gentle smile she put a hand on the paper, making him to look at her.
“Lisa, I alisema I can’t. Please, I can’t focus.” He took the script from under her touch and passed her by, pretending to read once again.
She tried to bit her tongue and leave him alone, but that would bother her for the rest of the day.
“I’m sorry. Maybe I’m overreacting, but what is wrong with wewe lately? wewe have always been a workaholic but… ”
“I am not a workaholic.” He seemed to be even zaidi pissed now, but fortunately he stopped pretending he’s focused only on the text.
“Never mind… The thing is we haven’t really talked for a very long time, because you’re always too busy au wewe pretend that wewe have better things to do…” She was serious. She knew him, she knew sometimes the melancholic part of him gets the better, but he always talked to her about it. This time was different – he wasn’t as sad as he was angry, he couldn’t focused on his job, he smiled less and the most important he didn’t want to talk to her.
“Please, leave me alone…” He opened the script again, ignoring her words.
“I’m not going to…” she came up closer, when suddenly the bottle she was holding landed on the ground, while Hugh grabbed her kwa the wrist and lead on the other side of the trailer. He threw the script as well and took her other wrist in his large hand, pinning her hands on the both sides of her head, pressing her body kwa his to the ukuta of the trailer.
“What the hell are wewe doing?” she alisema almost breathlessly, not knowing what to do – actually, she didn’t have many options.
“You're not aware of what you’ve put me through..” he whispered and she could feel his hard breathing on her forehead. Then he moved his lips to her ear “you wear all those low cut blouses, tight skirts, high heels, wewe walking past the men like wewe were one of them, but you’re not. “Hugh almost hissed tightening his grab on her wrist” My job require from me to look at wewe in the way every straight man do, so I just can’t miss some things… If there would be just the body I think I could try to resist it, but you’re zaidi than just a gorgeous body. “ He lowered his head and he placed a gentle kiss on her neck just below her ear, and she gasped being in total shock, feeling her best friend’s hot lips touching her flesh.
“That’s why I am trying to avoid you.” Hugh suddenly let go of her wrist and took a step back, avoiding her look, like he realized how much he scared her kwa his actions. “It’d be better for all of us.”
“D-do you… are you… trying to tell me something?” she wasn’t sure if she really asked that aloud.
“No… No, I’m not.” He lifted his head and she finally had a chance to look into his eyes – they were full of tears and she just couldn’t stay there and watch. She took a step mbele and put her right hand on his cheek.
“Stop it...” he said, but didn’t songesha from under her touch. “I just told wewe it’s hard for me to keep my hands to myself when you’re around… I know this is quite honest and selfish confession, but…”
In that moment his lips was closed kwa hers and the tears rolled down his cheeks. He put his hands on her back and moved her closer to his chest.
“I never really wanted to keep my hands to myself in your presence, too” Lisa smiled at him softly, stroking both of his cheeks, wiping the tears away.
