You can’t help but roll your eyes as the blue eyed man in front of you tried to properly get out his sentence. “So-uh-yeah, you look…you looked really good out there.” Colt grinned. The smile disappeared as he saw your hardened gaze though, subconsciously he picked at his fingers. You were so damn hot when you were mad. That’s all he could think about.

In your tight stunt outfit, helmet resting between the inside of your elbow and your hip. The stunt you just did was awesome, damn near impossible, which made it even more awesome. You were so cool…

You were known very well for being a stunt-person, taken very seriously in the filmmaking world. You and Colt’s stunting careers had taken off near the same time which caused your horrific breakup…

But here he is, working on the same movie as you! Popping back up like a zit you thought you popped ages ago. Like a parasite. Like a lovesick man who’s still head-over-heels over the stunt-person he still adores.

He needs to leave you alone though. Work is more important, he seemed to feel that way when he ripped out your heart all those years ago. Now it’s your turn to take your hard-earned career seriously.