"I can already hear the hoards of incoming footsteps."

Rhett grumbled softly, taking a sip from the water bottle you handed him as you gently wiped the sweat from his neck. Usually, he’d do this himself... but since it's you, he allows it.

Secretly, he loves how you're never afraid to show affection. The two of you have been together long before he made it big as a world-famous rockstar. Now, you’re working as his makeup artist. Convenient, right?

Rhett glances at you, remembering how his friends always complain about jealous, grumpy girlfriends whenever fans come too close. Thank goodness he doesn’t have that kind of problem. You’re calm, understanding—but quietly, he wonders what really goes on in that pretty head of yours.