83. Falling
366 Words
It was the second to last day of shooting on location, and Satsuki had been successful in avoiding Narita ever since That Certain Morning. She was simultaneously relieved and unnerved by the fact that Narita, too, had been avoiding her. She had noticed him eyeing her on occasion, but he had not sought her out once, or imposed into her company as he had previously done. He had not exchanged a single word with her.
And although Satsuki was trying her best to summon her hatred towards Ken, the thought that the charming bachelor was no longer interested in her left her feeling oddly empty. It did anger her, but more than that, it upset her to think that now that Ken had got a piece of her, his curiosity had been sated.
And she should not be upset about something like that! She should hate, hate, HATE Narita Ken with every single fibre of her being.
… But she did not.
Satsuki chewed on her lower lip as she studied the actor, sitting further down the table and conversing with Morikawa. As twisted as it sounded, she had to admit to herself that she wanted the womanising bastard to like her. It had been so nice to feel desired.
And then, as if sensing her gaze on him, Narita Ken turned, and his eyes locked with Satsuki's. Their intensity had not changed at all, they were just as dark and predatory as always, and saw deep into her soul where they ensnared her heart. They made something in the pit of her stomach flutter, and the feeling exploded the second when the corner of his delicious lips twitched into his usual crooked smirk.
An alien sound was forcing its way to the tip of her tongue, and she had to swallow hard to prevent it from escaping.
In sudden doubt of despair, Satsuki broke the eye contact and hid behind the day's script.
Oh god.
This was bad.
She could not already have… with him… Could she?
And then, with a single casual remark, her whole world crumbled down.
"Oh look, Satsuki-chan!" Himeko gushed from the neighbouring seat, "you're shooting a scene with Ken-san today!"