“Jesus. No. Just on film.”
“Is everyone going to hate me?”
“They’ll love you. You two will ride off into the sunset,” I said. “You’ll live happily ever after in the eyes of the viewers. Hell, they might even give you two your own show.”
His eyes went wide. “Really?”
“Sure,” I said. “As long as these next few scenes are believable.”
“Man. That’d be cool. I like it here.”
“Just get her back here,” I said. “As soon as possible.”
He opened the cupboard and grabbed a skillet. “Tonight?”
“Yeah,” I said. “Tonight’s great. But it’s got to be good. From one end of the spectrum to the other.”
He glanced over his shoulder. “What do you mean?”
“From kissing to cum shots,” I said.
He grinned. “Okay.”
From kissing to cum shots.
I coined it.