Olivia's POV
I took my place for the next scene, and my mind wandered back to our night together. It had been good - really good if I was being honest. But there was something... I don't know, restrained about it? Like he was holding back.
Don't get me wrong, the man knew what he was doing. But I wondered if he was being a little too careful with me. Maybe he thought I was some delicate flower who couldn't handle anything rough. Ha! If only he knew...
I bit my lip, trying to focus on the script in front of me. But I could only think about Christopher's hands and lips on my neck. When would we do that again? Soon, I hoped. Very soon.
"Olivia? You with us?" Harrison's voice snapped me out of my daydream.
"Huh? Oh, yeah. Sorry. Just, uh, getting into character."
I could've sworn I heard Christopher chuckle from somewhere behind me. Jerk.