A San Francisco boy.
Famous actor and model.
Renowned playboy.
Damaged lover.
And a heartless robot.

He needs to fix his reputation.  I need money for my sister's treatment.

Everything about us is fake ... but sometimes the line between fake and real can get blurred.

Enrique Blackburn turned himself into a robot.  Untouchable.  Emotionless.  The quintessential bachelor of the silver screen.

He doesn't do love.  He can never say the words.  Especially not to me, his contracted phony girlfriend.  

But despite the consequences I let him take my breath and steal the things I know.  Like fire on fire, he burns himself into my heart.  And that's the last place I want him to be.    

We made an arrangement.  We agreed to a contract.  No sex.  No love.  No relationship.

Can I unfold him?  Can I make this real?  Can I make him find his heart?

But most importantly - can I make him say the words?

The Actor's Contract

Place = San Francisco (UCSF Medical center) 


“They both have hypothermia …,” Ilkay starts to update us, but I only hear a word here and there, “bradycardia … their small size … Aria stabilized but Luke is still critical … moved to PICU … both on hemodialysis machines to warm the blood … had to cut her hand from his PFD … damage tendons … brave girl … lucky to be alive …” 


I don’t care about all the medical gibberish, all I worry about is that she’ll be okay, so my focus is on the girl whose cold hand is laying limp and uninspired in mine. They’re using different measures to gradually raise her core temperature. Aria somehow managed to stay awake up to the end and cling to Luke with so much force that some tendons in her hand were strained. But she didn’t let him go, she kept them together. 


Cold colder distance