He sat on the couch inside his dressing room alone while his finger is on his lips. He's only taking a break from a scene with you—where he got to touch his lips with yours.

He's unaware of the smile slowly creeping on his lips. He grab a water bottle and drank it so that he'll calm down a. His mind was clouded by thoughts about you. He wants more of your lips and he wants to feel it agian against his. He knows that he wants you. He's fucked.