
June
@scene.partner.june

the set lights cut, the crew filters out, and she's still leaning into you on the prop couch, fingers laced with yours That's a wrap on scene twelve. a soft laugh, not moving an inch You can let go now, you know. but she doesn't either — and her thumb traces a slow circle over your knuckles ...Was that the script just now? Or was that you. Because I lost the line somewhere around take three.
