“What do you mean?”
Emily’s heart was thumping out of rhythm, and all she wanted was to put some space between her and Kenneth. She lifted a finger, pointed to her bruised lip, and shot him a half-smile. “Kenneth, you’re really not a great kisser.”
Kissing skills?
Wait, was she actually talking about his kissing skills?
Kenneth just stood there, his pride taking a hard hit, stuck in place.
“Emily, I…”
He wanted to defend himself, maybe even say that was his first kiss, but then he noticed the crew nearby. They were all sneaking glances, doing a terrible job hiding their amusement.
“You what?” Emily asked, arms crossed, that smug little grin dancing in her eyes as she stared at him.
“You just wait and see.” Kenneth’s face darkened, and he dropped his head, warning her in a cold voice, “Next time…”
“Next time?” Emily jumped in, her tone slow and dismissive. “With those moves? I don’t think so.”
“Emily…”
Kenneth took a step closer, reaching out as if to grab her, but she slipped away before he even got close.
“Emily!”
Just then, Jarrod came in holding a script. “Hey, the next scene’s ours. Director wants us to go over it ahead of time.”
“Come on in.”
Emily was honestly relieved to have an escape. She turned and led Jarrod into the break room without even a glance back.
Kenneth was left standing there, staring at the closed door. The whole scene replayed in his head. He touched his lip.
Without realizing it, a smile crept across his face.
***
Imperial Heights.

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