Still reeling from the intense emotions of the scene, I blinked, momentarily unsure of what I was seeing. Why was Samuel here? Before I could fully process what was going on, Samuel had already taken the towel from my assistant and draped it over my head, pulling me gently into his arms. The warmth between us pulled me back to reality. I tilted my head up, gave him a soft smile. "What are you doing here?" My voice, still hoarse from that intense crying scene, carried the faint trace of tears. Water droplets clung to my lashes as I blinked. I leaned into Samuel's chest, nuzzling him like a cat searching for comfort. "I missed you," Samuel whispered, his hands moving to gently push my damp hair away from my face. "How did I do?" I asked, glancing at the wet spot on his shirt where I had rested against him. I instinctively started to pull away, but his arm tightened around me, holding me in place. "You were great," Samuel said, cupping my face and lifting it so he could brush the wet strands of hair from my cheek. "So great, it actually made my heart ache." I let out a soft hum of acknowledgment, wrapping my arms around his waist, my voice barely audible. "I'm sorry ... " "What?" Samuel asked, brow furrowed as he tried to understand what I had said. I shook my head, my lips brushing his jawline as I stood on tiptoe to place a gentle kiss on his chin. "I'm going to change now." "Okay," he replied, loosening his hold on me, his gaze soft as he watched me walk away. With a lull in my schedule, I found some time to rehearse my lines in the break room. I hadn't been there long before my eyes lit up when I saw Samuel enter. Actually, it wasn't just him—it was the bag he was carrying that grabbed my attention. "What did you bring me?" I asked, a wide grin spreading across my face. He opened the bag to reveal some pieces of chocolate, a box of ice cubes and a small fan.Since I had to watch my weight, I often found myself hungry on set, and chocolate was the only quick fix to keep my energy up. Of course, I always had to eat it in secret, away from Sandra—if she found out, I'd be in big trouble. So dieting often felt more like a form of torture than anything else. "You're the best," I said, holding the ice cubes in my hands. The air conditioning in the break room wasn't great, so the ice felt like a lifesaver. I tossed a cube into my mouth and winced. "It's so cold ... " Samuel smiled at me, lightly pinching my cheek. "Slow down." I stepped aside, quietly grabbing another piece of ice, ready to pop it into my mouth. But before I knew it, Samuel had caught my wrist. Without saying a word, he placed the ice cube my mouth for me. He looked up at me, his grip still tight. His fingers lingered on my lips, cold against the warmth of my skin, sending a shiver through me. "What are you doing ... " I murmured, trying to pull my hand away. But Samuel simply leaned in a little closer, closing the gap between us. "Hmm?" he replied, his voice low and soothing. "What did you say? I didn't quite hear that." I pulled back slightly, feeling his intense gaze on me, and instinctively, I avoided meeting his eyes. "I-I didn't say anything." "Really?" He smirked, a teasing smile spreading across his face. "Because I could have sworn I just heard you say you loved me." I froze, instinctively turning toward him, but Samuel had already anticipated the moment. He tilted his head and kissed me, capturing my lips before I could react. The ice from earlier still lingered on my tongue, creating a chilling contrast to the warmth of his kiss. I sighed, my hand resting gently on his chest as I relaxed into the kiss. "Naomi ... " he whispered against my lips.Just then, the break room door swung open. Sandra walked in, her eyes widening when she saw us, clearly caught off guard by the intimate moment. Without saying anything, she turned and quickly left. I stared in shock, my face burning as I instinctively pushed Samuel away. "Gosh, how embarrassing ... " I gushed, my hand covering my mouth. Samuel, however, only smiled mischievously. "Sorry, you're just too cute." I shot him a playful glare, but my eyes immediately darted to the table, where the ice cubes lay, and my face flushed even more. The door knocked again, and Sandra's voice called from outside. "Can I come in?" I bit my lip and rushed to open the door. Sandra peeked inside, her gaze moving from me to the room before landing back on my flushed face. "All done?" "Huh?" I blinked, feigning confusion. Her amused smile made me realize what she was referring to, and I immediately blushed in embarrassment. "Okay, I'll drop it." Sandra chuckled. "It's your turn to shoot. Let's go." I nodded quickly, and Samuel stepped up beside me. "I'll walk with you." The next shots went smoothly, especially with Samuel watching from the sidelines. I felt more comfortable with him there, and the energy on set was just right. Once the shoot was done, Samuel took me straight to dinner. "What do you want to eat?" he asked, walking beside me in the parking lot, glancing over at me as we strolled. "I've realized something," I teased, "you're my biggest obstacle on this diet." Samuel smiled, but didn't respond. I tilted my head and pulled out my phone to check for nearby restaurants, not paying attention to where I was walking. Samuel, used to this by now, gently took my other hand, guiding me forward. "This place looks—" I started to say, but before I could finish, the sound of a car speeding toward us made my heart stop. Before I even realized what was happening, Samuel had swept me into his arms, shielding me. We both stumbled to the side, and I could clearly see that Samuel had hit his head on a pillar while trying to protect me.