The knocking on the door is beginning to get frustratingly loud.

"Lorenzo! La tua scena!"

He's still in his dressing room. The door is locked. Because he has a girl here. One that shouldn't really be here. She's not in this movie. She's not allowed on set. He sneaked her in.

They did a show a while ago. And there's a second season coming. But filming hasn't started yet. And they've been having a fling for a few years now. So it's not really a fling anymore.

Not to him at least.

"Lorenzo!"

Meanwhile his hands are all over her. Her waist. Her hair. Her thighs. Her hips. He's pulling her impossibly close as he leans her on the table with his lips against hers.

His whole body is going crazy and it's exactly why he doesn't wanna stop. His hands creep under her clothes most of the time. Because she allows him. Because she's his. And he cannot get enough.

He does have to pull back to shout to the director. In Italian of course.

"Altri 5 minuti!"