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As the weeks turned into months, Alex and Sam's relationship continued to play out in the public eye. But behind the scenes, things were getting complicated.
Alex couldn't deny the feelings that were growing between them. She'd catch Sam looking at her with a warmth that went beyond the script, and she'd find herself wondering what it would be like to be with him for real.
One day, Sam asked Alex to meet him at his penthouse apartment to discuss their upcoming appearances. As she arrived, she was struck by the stunning view of the city skyline.
Sam greeted her with a smile and handed her a cup of coffee. "Thanks for coming over. I wanted to go over our schedule for the next few weeks."
As they sat down at the kitchen table, Alex felt a sense of domesticity wash over her. It was moments like these that made her forget this was all just an act.
As they discussed their upcoming events, Sam's hand brushed against hers, sending a spark of electricity through her body. Alex pulled her hand back, trying to compose herself.
"Sorry," Sam said, his eyes locking onto hers. "I didn't mean to..."
Alex smiled, feeling a flutter in her chest. "It's okay. I know what you meant."
The tension between them was palpable. Alex knew they were dancing around something, but she wasn't sure what.
As they finished their discussion, Sam stood up and walked over to the window. "You know, sometimes I forget about the cameras and the script. I just want to be with you, without all the extras."
Alex's heart skipped a beat. Was Sam saying what she thought he was? "I know what you mean," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Sam turned around, his eyes burning with intensity. "Do you? Because I'm starting to feel like I'm losing myself in this act."
Alex felt a pang of recognition. She was feeling the same way. "Maybe we're just losing the script," she said, trying to lighten the mood.
But Sam's expression remained serious. "I don't know, Alex. I think it's more than that."