Actor by Cleo White

It is strictly forbidden to lust desperately after your costar.

It’s written right out in my contract. I mean, probably. I haven’t checked, but I’m pretty sure it’s at least implied. I’m nobody after all, and Cash Lowell isn’t just famous, he’s right at the top of the A-List.
People like me, 21-year-old’s who act in tax preparation commercials and wave pompoms in the background of teen tv-shows? We don’t exist in the same world as people like him.
He shouldn’t be looking at me the way he is. He’s too old for me, too famous, too rich, but Cash doesn’t seem to care.
Then again, neither do I.

Authors Note: This story includes a character who suffers from depression and might not be for everyone.