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can’t touch Rogue.” He moved over to the main camera, seeming pleased that production was back in motion.
    Confused ignorance swamped me. Everyone knew more about my character than me. I so needed my own script and time to study it. “Why? Is he poison to my character?”
    “The Snow Queen can freeze things with her hands. So she’s concerned she’ll burn Rogue with her icy touch. So keep your arms away and only use your lips.”
    “Okay.”
    The AD clapped his hands. “Let Max kiss you and roll on to the bed. It’s that simple.”
    Ooh.
    “Places.” He motioned to the crew. “Picture is up. Roll camera. Speed.”
    “Marker.” The clapper man clicked the clapperboard shut.
    “Action.”
    And we were a go. Nerves struck. Max cupped my face and looked deeply into my eyes. My toes curled, but I kept my head in the scene. I held my arms out by my sides so the Snow Queen’s icy hands wouldn’t burn him. Max gripped my waist, his hands strong and steady. He pushed me back a step and then lifted me. Effortlessly.
    Hot.
    My world shifted, taking me into the realm of his fictional universe. It was real to me. I raised my hands to grab his shoulders, holding on until he released me onto the soft comforter.  I touched him from his shoulders down to his unyielding biceps. Warmth.
    Oops. I wasn’t supposed to touch him.
    I resisted the urge to explore and let my hands fall back to the bed. Cool satin welcomed my heated skin. Max kissed my neck. I drew in a breath and shifted closer to give him better access. He trailed kisses down my skin to my collarbone where the dress cut away and then back up my jaw. He kissed as strategically as he fought. His lips aimed for maximum impact, pressing, brushing, sucking, performing a devastating attack on my senses.
    He wound his hands into my long hair, holding me still. He toyed with the blonde strands. He toyed with me. His lips glanced over my skin, but never met mine. My lips tingled in anticipation. Ready.
    I arched against him.
    Zero give. His body was hard. The hardest, strongest guy I’d ever been near. Max pinned me into the comforter.
    I liked that. A lot. “Mmm.”
    He kissed near the corner of my mouth. Sparks lit through me. The sensation. Wonderful. Dazzling. But not enough. I threaded my fingers into his hair. Thick. Rough. Silky. Different from mine. I turned his head to line up with mine. My breathing went shallow.
    His mouth hovered above mine.
    Close.
    My lips parted.
    I felt his minty breath. My lips throbbed. One inch closer. Please.
    “Cut.”
    Max sprang up. I lay back, staring at him, and didn’t move until he offered me a hand.
    “Very good, you two.” The AD grinned, his posture relaxed. “Perfect near kiss. Exactly where I was going with this.”
    Lorene shook her head and tapped her long red fingernail to her teeth. “What are you talking about? She touched him. She was all over him.”
    The AD rolled back on his heels. “It worked. Great job, Max. Why don’t you schedule rehearsal with Hannah and go over her other two scenes.”
    I shuddered.
    Max nodded. He looked down at me. “Leave your number with the PA.” His voice deepened. “I’ll text you.”
    He strode off.
    I was done for the day.
     
    ***
     
    Scoop Out’s director checked the clock and sighed. “Any word on Sara’s whereabouts?”
    Nope. I wished Mom would show up and do her job and stop trying to manipulate me into taking additional responsibilities. But that wasn’t going to happen. So I was going to have to work around her. I crossed my arms over my waist and glanced at the door, hoping my backup plan would show soon. “No. I’m sorry.”
    “Fine. I’ll give the intro and cut Sara in during the edit.” The director motioned to the contestants. “Meet your new final four contestants: Cajun Cal, Grandma Gert, Willful Will, and Star Stalker Marissa.”
    We’d lost Kate last week so now I was rooting solely for Marissa, and not just to win. Scoop Out was looking for