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Their lips touched for a second, but he quickly pulled back. He didn’t think he had ever been this nervous in his life. Normally he had some sort of an idea of how things should play out, something he could hold on to, but now he was completely lost. He didn’t know how he was supposed to do this. He could feel his whole body tremble when their lips met again. He was so confused, part of him wanted to run away and hide but another part of him screamed at him to enjoy this. He fumbled with her jacket, he was supposed to get it off her, but he failed, again.
‘Cut!’, the director yelled for the sixteenth time. Hugh stepped away from Lisa and stared sadly at his feet. They were taping the ‘fake’ sex scene between House and Cuddy and he just couldn’t get it right. The director walked to them, ‘Is something wrong? Normally te guys nail it within two! Is the scene too intimate?’, he asked. Hugh’s lips trembled a little but no word came out of his mouth. Lisa saw how difficult it was for him, ‘Nothing is wrong, it’s just been a long day. So many new lines to learn, te know, we are just a little tired… Is it possible we take a little break?’ The director sighed, ‘You can take a break, we have to stop filming this scene anyway. We didn’t think it would take this long and we really have to tape two other scenes today. We’ll try again tomorrow morning.’ The director walked away. Hugh looked at Lisa, ‘Thank you’, he whispered and quickly walked away to his trailer.
Lisa followed him, ‘Hugh, wait!’ He pretended not to hear her and kept on walking. When he was in front of the door of his trailer Lisa grabbed his arm. ‘Hugh...?’, she asked with a soft worried voice. Hugh sighed and turned around to face her. His eyes were red and his lips were trembling, she had never seen him so sad. ‘I’m so sorry Lise.’, he whispered then turned away from her and got into his trailer. She knew she couldn’t leave him on his own like this, followed him in and locked the door. They sat down on the divano and she took his hand in hers. With her other hand she softly stroke his hair and face. ‘Talk to me.’, she detto softly. Tears welled up in his eyes, but she saw he was trying to fight them. It was after two minuti that he give into them, the secondo the tears started to fall down his face he pulled her close to him and buried his head in the crook of her neck.
‘I’m so sorry, I didn’t… I’m so sorry, I know how much te were looking inoltrare, avanti to this scene and now I screwed it up… I’m sorry Lise, I’m so sorry.’, he was still crying. She was trying to comfort him, stroking softly through his hair and rubbing his shoulders and back. ‘You don’t have anything to be sorry about Hugh, te didn’t screw up…’ ‘But that’s it Lise, I did screw up, I did… I-I was so scared…’ He picked his head up from her shoulder and looked her straight in the eye. They were so soft, so understanding. She brushed the tears from his cheeks, ‘What are te scared about?’ He blushed, ‘I-I… Kissing, baciare you...’ She smiled a little and frowned, ‘What is so scary about baciare me?’ Hugh blushed a little more, ‘I don’t mean to offend you, it’s not your fault… It’s… I haven’t kissed anyone this, well, passionate in a very long time… I guess the shyness and stuff, it’s an English thing…’ She smiled gently at him, ‘I understand… I’ll try to be a little less extravagant then I guess.’ ‘No, please don’t do that. I-I like that… I admire you. te are so brave, please don’t change that. Maybe we can…’, he started but didn’t finish his sentence. Lisa looked at him questioningly, ‘Maybe we can..?’
‘Nothing, sorry…’, he blushed again. ‘You can trust me Hugh, I’m your friend… te know that right?’ He smiled, ‘I know, Lise. I do trust you, I just, it wasn’t a good idea.’ ‘What wasn’t a good idea?’, Lisa insisted. Hugh realized she wouldn’t leave the subject before she got an answer so he could as well tell her directly, ‘I thought that maybe we could go out for cena tonight? te know, maybe practice our lines a little?’ She smiled, ‘I think that is a great idea.’ They brought their foreheads against each other and stared into each others eyes. Hugh closed his eyes and placed a small baciare on the lips of the woman on superiore, in alto of him, he tensed up a little but it was already less awkward than it had been before. He had been really scared, but not just because he hadn’t kissed someone in ages. The main reason for his fear was that when he gave into the kiss, he would open a box with so many feelings he had tried to lock away in the past. Once those feelings came out he didn’t know if he would be able to ever go back to the way things were right now…
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Their lips touched for a second, but he quickly pulled back. He didn’t think he had ever been this nervous in his life. Normally he had some sort of an idea of how things should play out, something he could hold on to, but now he was completely lost. He didn’t know how he was supposed to do this. He could feel his whole body tremble when their lips met again. He was so confused, part of him wanted to run away and hide but another part of him screamed at him to enjoy this. He fumbled with her jacket, he was supposed to get it off her, but he failed, again.
‘Cut!’, the director yelled for the sixteenth time. Hugh stepped away from Lisa and stared sadly at his feet. They were taping the ‘fake’ sex scene between House and Cuddy and he just couldn’t get it right. The director walked to them, ‘Is something wrong? Normally te guys nail it within two! Is the scene too intimate?’, he asked. Hugh’s lips trembled a little but no word came out of his mouth. Lisa saw how difficult it was for him, ‘Nothing is wrong, it’s just been a long day. So many new lines to learn, te know, we are just a little tired… Is it possible we take a little break?’ The director sighed, ‘You can take a break, we have to stop filming this scene anyway. We didn’t think it would take this long and we really have to tape two other scenes today. We’ll try again tomorrow morning.’ The director walked away. Hugh looked at Lisa, ‘Thank you’, he whispered and quickly walked away to his trailer.
Lisa followed him, ‘Hugh, wait!’ He pretended not to hear her and kept on walking. When he was in front of the door of his trailer Lisa grabbed his arm. ‘Hugh...?’, she asked with a soft worried voice. Hugh sighed and turned around to face her. His eyes were red and his lips were trembling, she had never seen him so sad. ‘I’m so sorry Lise.’, he whispered then turned away from her and got into his trailer. She knew she couldn’t leave him on his own like this, followed him in and locked the door. They sat down on the divano and she took his hand in hers. With her other hand she softly stroke his hair and face. ‘Talk to me.’, she detto softly. Tears welled up in his eyes, but she saw he was trying to fight them. It was after two minuti that he give into them, the secondo the tears started to fall down his face he pulled her close to him and buried his head in the crook of her neck.
‘I’m so sorry, I didn’t… I’m so sorry, I know how much te were looking inoltrare, avanti to this scene and now I screwed it up… I’m sorry Lise, I’m so sorry.’, he was still crying. She was trying to comfort him, stroking softly through his hair and rubbing his shoulders and back. ‘You don’t have anything to be sorry about Hugh, te didn’t screw up…’ ‘But that’s it Lise, I did screw up, I did… I-I was so scared…’ He picked his head up from her shoulder and looked her straight in the eye. They were so soft, so understanding. She brushed the tears from his cheeks, ‘What are te scared about?’ He blushed, ‘I-I… Kissing, baciare you...’ She smiled a little and frowned, ‘What is so scary about baciare me?’ Hugh blushed a little more, ‘I don’t mean to offend you, it’s not your fault… It’s… I haven’t kissed anyone this, well, passionate in a very long time… I guess the shyness and stuff, it’s an English thing…’ She smiled gently at him, ‘I understand… I’ll try to be a little less extravagant then I guess.’ ‘No, please don’t do that. I-I like that… I admire you. te are so brave, please don’t change that. Maybe we can…’, he started but didn’t finish his sentence. Lisa looked at him questioningly, ‘Maybe we can..?’
‘Nothing, sorry…’, he blushed again. ‘You can trust me Hugh, I’m your friend… te know that right?’ He smiled, ‘I know, Lise. I do trust you, I just, it wasn’t a good idea.’ ‘What wasn’t a good idea?’, Lisa insisted. Hugh realized she wouldn’t leave the subject before she got an answer so he could as well tell her directly, ‘I thought that maybe we could go out for cena tonight? te know, maybe practice our lines a little?’ She smiled, ‘I think that is a great idea.’ They brought their foreheads against each other and stared into each others eyes. Hugh closed his eyes and placed a small baciare on the lips of the woman on superiore, in alto of him, he tensed up a little but it was already less awkward than it had been before. He had been really scared, but not just because he hadn’t kissed someone in ages. The main reason for his fear was that when he gave into the kiss, he would open a box with so many feelings he had tried to lock away in the past. Once those feelings came out he didn’t know if he would be able to ever go back to the way things were right now…
