A few days later, Caelen sat on the couch watching Soren's drama. His face twisted with a scowl when the bed scene came up. He frowned, staring at the screen for a few seconds before letting out a quiet sigh.
Just then, the door clicked open. He quickly grabbed the remote and turned off the TV pretending like he wasn't watching anything.
"Have you eaten dinner?" he asked Soren who removed his coat and settled on the sofa.
"Not yet." His eyes traced Caelen's features, and a faint smile curved his lips.
"I will make something for you." Caelen headed to the kitchen.
After a while, he heard Soren behind him. "Do you believe me now? I told you I was shooting a bed scene."
"Whatever," Caelen whispered to himself. "Do you have to shoot them often?"
"Yes, it's because of my face. I get more offers for romance than other genres."
"Good for you," Caelen frowned. "You get to play around. That scene earlier looked real as well."
