Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 67510 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67510 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
I shook my head. “You’re not doing a full frontal.”
“I’m still topless.”
I shook my head again. “You’re not going topless either.”
“It’s in the script, and I agreed I would.”
“We’ll see about that.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“It means it’s past my bedtime. I’m going to need you to fall asleep now.”
She genuinely questioned, “You’re not going to let me go, are you?”
I rubbed my lips along the back of her neck, causing shivers on her soft, heated skin.
“Not when I just got you back.”
She didn’t reply for a minute. “What are we doing?”
Instantly feeling the weight of her words, I stated the obvious…
“We’re going to sleep now.”
chapter nine
Bailey
I was shaking and freezing in the water Aires and I were in. This was our first day on set, and we were already in the frigid cold ocean. My teeth chattered, and my skin was going numb.
Aires pulled me into his body, wrapping his arms around my neck. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fucking freezing.”
“I’m fucking freezing too.”
“Now it makes sense why they gave us a B12 shot this morning. They don’t want us to get pneumonia.”
He rubbed his hands up and down my arms. “It could be worse.”
“What’s worse than this again?”
“Ummm… I don’t know. Maybe covered in spiders or something.”
“Oh yeah, that would suck.”
“Alright, you two!” B. Night shouted on his megaphone, sitting in his director’s chair above the water. “Get back to your spot, Aires.”
He nodded, winking at me before swimming to the back of the plane. We filmed the crash scene this morning, and now we were working on the aftermath when I was knocked out. It was hard to concentrate on what we were there to do when this was entirely another level of acting.
I couldn’t feel my fingers, but luckily, I may actually pass out, so it was a win, win.
“Okay!” B. Night exclaimed as I shut my eyes and placed almost my entire face in the water to make it look like I could be drowning.
I can do this. I was made for this. You’re Bailey Pierce-McGraw, you fucking got this!
B. Night yelled, “ACTION!”
Aires Playing Samuel Take 1
“Fuck!” I shouted at the top of my lungs, all the blood suddenly draining from my face and body.
My heart lodged itself in my throat as I gasped for my next breath until I called for her.
“Quinn!” I screamed bloody murder.
Her seat was at the front of the plane, and I had to get to her. Tearing off my seat belt, I tried to swim to her while ignoring the pain in my body from the impact of the plane crash.
“Quinn!” I moved the dead bodies to the side, closing my eyes so as not to see how devastating it was as I moved at the speed of lightning. “Quinn! Where are you?! I need you to scream for me!”
Nothing.
“Fuck!” I roared, feeling like I was dying from the inside out.
Finally, I found her leaning forward in her seat with her face in the water. She looked like a lifeless body.
“No!” I swam faster, harder, with my ribs aching and my chest heaving.
My eyes frantically searched for a passage, whatever I could find to get us out of there. I grabbed her shoulders and laid her back against her seat and headrest.
“Quinn, don’t do this to me,” I prayed, pressing my lips to her ice-cold face. I realized she was still breathing. “Thank God…” I kissed all over her face, reaching for her seat belt. “I got you, baby… I’m here now…” I roughly pulled at the buckle, but it was stuck. “No…”
Harder.
And harder.
And harder. I tried with everything inside me to get her loose.
“Don’t do this to me! Don’t you dare do this to me!”
A loud explosion sounded from the front of the plane, and it quickly caught on fire. Through a terrified expression, I continued to fight with the seat belt to save both our lives.
No way in hell was I leaving her there alone.
If she died, then I died too.
It was hard to keep her head above water while I desperately yanked at the belt.
“Fuck!” I roared again, finding the strength to break it open. “Thank God…”
I didn’t have time to contemplate how close we were to death as I laid her on her back, placing her head on my shoulder and her body on my chest, then swam backward to get us away from the plane that was minutes from blowing up.
“Help! Someone help me!”
I didn’t think.
I didn’t hesitate.
I didn’t allow the fear to take over.
It was instinctual.
She was instinctual.
I fought with the rough traitor’s waves as soon as I got us out of the plane and into the open water. Within seconds, my body went underwater, and I fought with everything inside me to resurface, not knowing which way was up or down. I already felt the current sweeping my body away. It was stronger than anything I could have ever imagined.