Lily paced nervously in her robe, having changed back into it per the director's instructions.
SCENE with me. This is FINE.]
"Lily, you need to calm down," Emma said, though she was clearly enjoying this way too much. "You're going to hyperventilate."
"I'm perfectly calm," Lily said.
The wardrobe tent flap opened.
Jacob emerged in the matching burgundy silk robe, and Lily's brain simply stopped functioning.
[Oh no. Oh NO. Oh this is so much worse than I imagined.]
He looked... incredible. The robe hung perfectly on his broad shoulders, the deep color contrasting beautifully with his skin, the casual elegance of it somehow making him even more devastatingly handsome than usual. The robe was tied loosely, showing a glimpse of his chest, his collarbone, and—
[This is unfair. This is SO unfair. Why does he have to look like THAT?! Like some kind of romance novel cover model?!]
Jacob's eyes found hers across the set, and something heated and intense passed between them .
