《✰⋆ Just Like the Movies ⋆ 1940/1950/1960 Imagines and Short Stories ✰⋆》✰⋆ Frank Sinatra ✰⋆
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It was no secret to anyone that your boyfriend was a few years older. It wasn't a significant age gap to avoid any criticism, just three years. You two made a wonderful couple and without a doubt all your friends loved him, too. He was a good guy. He treated you with respect, and everyone loved it.
You were sitting on the foot of his bed while he was pacing back and forth and biting at his nail. He was anxious about getting his lines right for an upcoming movie he was filming. It seemed to be a good one but it visibly made him very nervous and uneasy.
"Let's take a break, Frankie. You can't keep stressing yourself out like this." you stood up and put your hands on his shoulder to make him stop pacing.
He looked down right at you, his beautiful blue eyes slightly darker with fear. He was tense.
"I'll go make some tea, go put on your favorite record."
He walked over to the bathroom and splashed some water on his face. You went behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist.
"I love you, darlin'"
"I love you too," he turned around and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.
You walked into the kitchen and put together some of your favorite tea. In the background you can hear Louis Armstrong on the record. He sure had a nice voice.
You put the teacups and teapot on a tray and brought it to his bedroom. He was sitting in a chair with the script in his hand, he was skimming through other pages. He seemed less scared now, but still not his usual self.
You put the tray down on his desk, and poured two cups.
You sat down on his knee and handed him his tea slowly. You pressed a firm kiss to his temple.
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"Honey, you've got to relax for the rest of the night, don't pick up the script anymore, overworking is bad too. Just relax, the words will come to you later," you spoke quietly and smoothly, he closed his eyes and listened to your every word, as they continue to run through his head.
You put your teacup down before massaging his shoulders, the final thing to do to make him completely relax. He looked like he could have fallen asleep right then and there.
"Don't you worry," you leaned forward and kissed down his neck, he wrapped both arms around you and pulled you closer, he settled his hands on your bottom.
"I love having you take care of me," he joked. You pulled away from his neck and kissed his lips passionately.
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