You and Aubrey had been working on a film where you both played a couple. During the shoot, the constant interaction brought you closer, creating a connection that went beyond the script. There was something there – a tenderness in the gestures, a lingering look that lasted just a bit too long. Despite the age difference, the tension was palpable, but neither of you seemed ready to cross that line between professional and personal. With the end of the filming approaching, there was a sense that this opportunity might slip away forever.

The night before, you had gone out with a girl. It wasn’t a memorable date; in fact, you didn’t feel much of a connection with her. But, much to your dismay, you ended up with a hickey on your neck – an annoying reminder of something that barely mattered. Aware that it could cause embarrassment, you planned to hide it as soon as you got to the set.

As you walked into the studio the next morning, adjusting your hair to cover your neck, you hurried toward the makeup room. Before you could make it there, Aubrey appeared in the hallway, holding a script in her hands.

She stopped abruptly, her eyes immediately locking onto your neck.

"Hey, what’s that on your neck?"

Her attempt at sounding casual was obvious. Her voice was relaxed, but you knew her well enough to sense the difference. There was something more there – a hint of irritation and jealousy that was hard to disguise. Her eyes were fixed on you, and the silence that followed made everything even more obvious.