The Reunion by Kayla Olson(45)
3. Millie is single! In all the photos we’ve seen since “Midnight” blew up—and there have been A LOT of photos—there hasn’t been even a hint that she’s seeing someone. Unless, of course, you count her ever-present new security guy, who I’ve affectionately named Paolo. Doesn’t he look like a Paolo, y’all? (I hear his actual name is Thomas, but you know. Details.)
4. Millie loves the Alps! Although she lives full-time in Los Angeles for obvious reasons, Millie’s favorite place on earth is France’s exclusive luxury ski resort Courchevel 1850—she and her family vacation there for Christmas every year, thanks to a mix of family connections and, we assume, her GotV earnings. Check out Millie’s gorgeous Snapaday posts from her last trip—don’t you just want to climb through the phone and live in those photos forever???
5. Millie’s got a green thumb! Rumor has it that Millie’s favorite way to unwind is… wait for it… to drink mint iced tea grown from seeds in her very own garden, while walking around barefoot in said garden watering her various plants. Knowing what you now know, you might assume her next single “Meet Me in the Garden” would be pretty tame, buuuuuut… let me be the first to say: no. No, no—tame it is not. Millie clearly enjoys other ways to unwind in her garden, if you catch my drift. ;)
OKAY! Aaaaaaand that’s it for today’s #5Facts—hope you enjoyed this special Millie Matson–focused edition! Question of the day for you: If you’re new around this blog, which did you hear of first, Millie’s music or Girl on the Verge? And for everyone, which of Millie’s singles are you most excited to hear? Sound off below!
14
We’re back in ten minutes—the coffee shop was quick today. I’m headed for my trailer, finally ready for a moment to myself after parting ways with Evy near the soundstage, when Bryan intercepts me.
“Liv, hi,” he says, falling into step beside me. “I need you to do something for me.” He doesn’t wait for me to ask questions. “We’re about to start shooting, but I need to make sure Ransom’s good for it—can’t handle any more delays today. He’s not in the first half of this scene, so I want you to go run lines with him until I need him.”
I take a long sip of my flat white, an excellent disguise for the smile creeping onto my face.
“Sure, yes, of course,” I say. “I’ll head straight there.”
“Great, Liv, thanks.” His pace is quick, his slick leather soles staccato against the pavement. “Oh, and Liv—don’t miss another call time.”
Without another word, or even a backward glance, he turns and heads toward the soundstage. Warnings like that used to sting, back when I was expected to be as perfect as Honor. Now, though, I tuck it deep in my mind. It won’t happen again.
I knock lightly on Ransom’s trailer door. The smell of coconut curry is strong, even from here. When he opens it, I know we’re in trouble—he’s shirtless, not quite fully changed into his costume for the next scene. There is absolutely no way we’re going to manage to simply run lines the whole time. If we spend half the time rehearsing, it will be a blazing success.
“Bryan sent me to run lines with you,” I say by way of greeting, my voice cracking. I’m working really, really hard to keep my eyes from wandering down to the abs that earned his most recent millions—to the waistband of his pants, low on his hips, the very tip of the tiny triangle tattoo peeking out from underneath. This is decidedly not the same body I knew in our last season on set, proof in the flesh that some things get much better with age.
He smirks, his lopsided grin telling me we’re on exactly the same page. “Oh, is that what we’re calling it now?”
I slip inside, quickly, before someone sees—even though we’ve literally been directed to spend time together, it’s good to be careful. Bryan isn’t a fan of on-set romance, and I don’t want to invite speculation.
I set my coffee on a table just inside the door and rummage around my bag for the script. I should at least try to focus—
Or that’s my plan, anyway, until I look up and see the way he’s looking at me.
“What?” I say, a blush creeping into my cheeks.
I’m not sure I’ve ever seen Ransom Joel speechless.
“I don’t know how we went six seasons doing scenes like the one we just did without us ever ending up like this.” He swallows. “Together.”
Something Bre said the night of the Fanline dinner floats up to the surface of my memory: What if he just never realized he was in love with you? He might not have realized how into you he was back then, but he is definitely into you now.
I lean back against the trailer door, hear it click shut behind me. “We have had some pretty epic scenes,” I say, grinning as he takes a step closer. His trailer’s one of the bigger ones, but right now, it feels perfectly intimate.
“I was so distracted on set, Liv—I could not stop thinking about you.” He presses me gently against the door, buries his hands in my hair. His lips are dangerously close to mine. “I’ve wanted to do this all morning.”
I’ve wanted to do this for forever.
“Logically, I think you have to kiss me now so you’re not as distracted during your next scene, right?” I say.