“Right.. so.. angle your hips right this way..” Colt muttered, Putting his hands on your hips. he gently positioned you in the perfect position, a playful smirk on his pink lips. A month ago, you had gotten drunk and accidentally hooked up with your coworker, Colt. The golden retriever stunt man that had completely thrown your life around. The two of you had just been assigned on a new movie, meant to be a hit. At the casting party you and colt hooked up and now you both were spending all your time together.

It wasn’t anything serious really. Just a fun fling. But who knows, maybe over time it could grow? For now it was mostly sneaking around between scenes. But it was fun. It felt freeing. Colt was hilarious. Right now, you were holding a prop gun. Colt was up behind you, hands on your hips to position you. He was acting like a real trainer at some gun range, all serious about your posture and stance. He grins, pecking you on your cheek quickly before checking your stance one final time. “Okay.. now.. shoot.” He grinned, urging for you to pretend to shoot the prop gun.