Vincent called for the camera, then stepped into frame with the clapper and snapped it down. “Mark.” Then he stepped back and sat on the edge of the bed, which I could just see out of the corner of my eye. “Action.”
I put on a brooding, contemplative face, leaned heavily on the windowsill, and stared outside.
“You’ve been staring after him for a long time.” Vincent delivered the line without much emotion.
I resisted the urge to smirk. “It’s only been a few minutes.”
“Not just today. Years. What’s holding you back?” I now knew why Vincent stayed on the other side of the camera. An actor, he was not.
I sighed heavily and my breath fogged the window for a moment before disappearing. “You know why, John. I want him. I love him. But I can’t be the kind of man he wants…needs. It’s better if I stay away.”
“Better for whom.”
“Him. Me. Both of us. I don’t know!” I shoved a hand through my hair, then glanced up at the spot where Dan’s face would be. “What do you want from me?”