Page 6 of Eat Slay Love

“Yeah. I’ll hook you up. You kind of. . .put it on wrong and perhaps that one is too small.”

“Cool.” He gave me a nervous smile. “You know in all my years of filming, this is myfirstsex scene.”

“No way.”

“Yeah. It’s always been action stuff, jumping from exploding buildings or taking down a villain in a river of blood.” Then, he lowered his voice. “I’m. . .actually a bit worried this is going to be a disaster.”

“Are you trying to say I can’t do my job?”

“You’re perfect. I’m the one that may mess this up.”

“Breathe. Youareready to kill this moment and make movie-goers worldwide go crazy in the theater.”

He sighed.

“And do you want to know something that might make this easier for you?”

He looked skeptical but nodded hesitantly. “Yeah?”

“Filming an action scene is actually a lot like filming a sex scene.”

That caught his attention.

He quirked his brows. “How?”

“Both are about creating intimacy—just in different ways. With an action scene, you’re building tension between the characters, the stakes are high, and every move has to feel deliberate, like it matters. With a sex scene, it’s the same thing—except the stakes areemotional, not physical. Either way, you’re telling a story through movement.”

He blinked at me. “Story through movement.”

“Yep.” I gave him a thumbs up. “We’ve already choreographed your moves days ago, so now your biggest job is to show the new connection that has come from all you both have gone through. And in your eyes. . .”

He leaned in closer.

“Make sure there is desire. Vulnerability. Every touch, every look, every pause. . .make the audiencefeelwhat the hero is feeling.”

“Ooo. I like that a lot.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “I feel better too.”

“Perfect. The more confident you feel, the hotter the scene will be. And if something ever feels off, just stop and call for me when you need me.”

“Oh God. Rae, you are so perfect. I’m so glad you’re here.”

“Thanks.”

Gissele returned in record time, clutching not one butfourbackup modesty patches like she was offering me holy relics. Her cheeks were still flushed, and she couldn’t quite meet my eyesor Liam’s, but she managed to hand them over without saying something that would end up as Exhibit A in a future lawsuit.

“Thanks.” I shooed her off before she could get any ideas about ‘helping’ again.

Liam, bless his beautiful and clueless heart, began humming some old-school R&B song while I crouched down with the new patches.

Just another day at work.

The situation required creativity. I’d never had tocombinetwo modesty patches before, but Liam’s, um,dimensionsleft me no other choice. Using one patch as a base, I strategically layered a second patch for extra coverage.

It was like erotic arts and crafts.

“There,” I secured the final piece and tugged at the drawstring lightly, making sure everything was snug but not uncomfortable. “That should hold.”

“Thanks, Rae.” He winked. “You’re my fairy godmother.”

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