66. Practice
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Satsuki arrived at the studio and wished everyone good morning. An assistant came over to her to bring that day's script containing the last minute changes the director and the writer had worked out.
Satsuki briefly skimmed it through to see if much had changed from the first version of the script she had received earlier. Flipping a page, her face suddenly grew pale.
There was a kissing scene! Why was there a kissing scene? There had been no talk about a kissing scene! No one had told her in advance that she would have to do a kissing scene!
Mitsuo frowned at the script. He had not been expecting a kissing scene, but then again, knowing the writer, he probably shouldn't have been at all surprised. He glanced at Satsuki, who was still staring at her script, pale and incredulous.
The thought of kissing Satsuki felt so absolutely alien to him that he couldn't help feeling a little awkward about it. And then of course there was his girlfriend – how Mitsuo loved that word – but looking at Izumi out of the corner of his eye he immediately felt reassured. She was a professional, she totally understood.
At least he had been lucky in that his kissing scene was with Satsuki – if it had been with Noriko, Taiki would probably maim him, no matter how he tried to explain he was just following the script. The wolf boy was seriously crazy when it came to 'his woman'.
"A kissing scene?" Satsuki muttered aloud, in the hope of saying it would help the fact to sink in and become more acceptable.
It didn't.
Seriously, how should she even act a kissing scene? Mitsuo was like her best friend, it would be too weird to have to kiss him! And it wasn't like Satsuki knew what to do anyway, she had only been kissed a few times in her life and…
Her gaze trailed, sought and landed on the tall, dark-haired actor. As if sensing her stare, his eyes turned to watch her.
Satsuki flushed. Yes, she had very little kissing experience – and all of it with Narita Ken.
As if summoned by her distress, the charismatic actor casually strolled over.
The light blush still tinting her cheeks, Satsuki turned her head away even as he stopped right in front of her.
A long finger hooked under her chin, tilting her face upwards. Her eyes widened as she watched him lean closer and closer, until she could actually feel his breath against her lips.
"If you wish to practise for your scene," the man drawled in a deep voice, "you know where to find me."
Satsuki's blush deepened and her lips parted.
Then the infuriating man was gone, almost as quickly as he had appeared, and Satsuki was left there standing flushed and baiting her breath, her weight almost already shifted to the tips of her toes.