Stand-In Saturday (Love For Days #2) - Kirsty Moseley Page 0,53
filming us in the mirror. We’re both still in our costumes. We look a little worse for wear—sweaty, mussed up, and uncoordinated.
“Oh God, this one’s gonna be epic,” I hear myself say from my phone.
I wince because hearing yourself on video is painful. I hope I don’t sound that screechy in real life.
“I bet we go viral.” That’s Theo. “You ready?”
There’s more giggling.
“Let’s do this.”
In the video, I fiddle with Theo’s phone that sits on the counter, and a song starts up: “Flip the Switch” by Drake. I gasp as I realise what we’re doing—the Flip the Switch challenge. I actually can’t wait to see the results. Now, I know why Theo is wearing my wristbands and tiara—we swapped clothes! I’m pretty sure we’re doing it wrong though. We’re not even in the TikTok app. This is just a normal video. Inebriated Lucie and Theo are clearly idiots.
In the video, I start dancing to the beat of the song, swaying my hips seductively. When it gets to the flip the switch part, Theo turns the light off, and the screen goes black, but the camera doesn’t stop rolling. I can hear laughing, banging, the rustle of clothes.
“I need to turn the light back on. I can’t see jack and can’t get this off with one hand!” Theo chuckles. “I’ll just put the phone down, and we’ll let it roll on. Then, we can edit it before we upload. It’s gonna be so good.”
The light flicks back on. Theo props the phone up against the mirror, camera facing towards us now. The angle is awkward. Most of the screen is taken up by the ceiling, and we’re in the corner, but I see myself struggling to pull off my wristbands, handing them to Theo and grinning like a loon as he puts them on. When I yank down my top, bunching it around my waist, ready to shimmy it down my hips, Theo’s eyes widen as he stares at my strapless, lacy red bra.
“Damn. Wow, nice!” he compliments.
I glance over at the real Theo, squirming.
He nods in agreement with his drunken self. “Very nice.”
Chuckling, I look back at the screen. Theo is unfastening the Velcro on the back of his outfit, pushing it off his shoulders and down his waist. I get a great view of his arse in his tight black Calvin Kleins as he bends. When he tries to step out of the bulky Yoshi part of his costume, he trips and loses his balance. His hands reach out and grab me, and we both go down, disappearing from view.
The giggling intensifies, and then suddenly, there are a few beats of silence before … sounds of noisy, sloppy kissing.
My eyes widen. Theo and I both lean in to get a better look at the phone screen.
“Oh shit, please don’t tell me we made a sex tape.” I groan loudly.
Seconds later, we both reappear. I stand first and then Theo. We’re grabbing at each other, frantic, bumping into stuff as we stumble against the wall, Theo’s body pressing against mine tightly as my hands scratch at his back and fist into his hair. We kiss like we’re trying to kill each other.
“Well, that escalated quickly,” Real Theo says beside me.
My face burns, and I can’t contain my bubble of laughter.
In the video, Theo picks me up, and my legs wrap around his waist. When he manoeuvres us towards the camera so I’m sitting on the counter, blurring the image with a close-up of my back and my bunched-up costume, my possessions go everywhere, make-up scattering onto the floor as we fumble awkwardly, obviously pawing at each other.
Just when I think it can’t get any worse, it does.
“Ouch. Okay, you’re a biter.” Video Theo chuckles. “Bed or counter?”
“I don’t care where we do it as long as you get inside me right now!” I sound so breathless and excited in the video that a wave of shame washes over me.
“Bed then. More room.” He picks me up again, and we’re on the move, bumping into the door on the way out of the bathroom.
The camera continues filming the empty room, but in the background, though fainter now, you can hear us kissing, moaning, and giggling. Video Theo is humming the Wonder Woman theme song.
“No, leave the boots on, Luce. They’re hot as shit.” His video voice is all gravelly and filled with lust. It makes my breath catch and my whole body ache with longing.