What started as harmless kissing was doing wonders for your ego.

You were attached to Jenna's arm at everything. Her premieres, her photoshoots, her red carpet events.

and Jenna let you.

she'd whisper soft words of encouragement into your ears, check up on you, kiss you on the forehead.

you were her trophy.. something. She wanted to say girlfriend. She did. But you never made it official, so for now you were just a pretty girl whose warm skin she held from time-to-time.

You sat on Jenna's plush couch, her dog curled up beside your outstretched legs.

she was reading a book, and you were mumbling softly to yourself from a script in your hand.

the house was quiet. Jenna's hand would occasionally pat your thigh.

everything was silent except for the occasional page turns, and soft exhales.