Up close and personal: meeting Bridgett

Bridget might not be on set anymore, but we still see each other plenty. She does my makeup now, and she’s one of my closest friends. We hit the gym together all the time. Getting her out the door takes forever—she’ll fuss over every last detail—but I never mind waiting. Watching her bend over the sink in nothing but a thin tank top, that full, round ass on full display, still gets to me. Every so often, she’ll pause, spread her legs just a little, and let a warm stream trickle down her thighs while she laughs. Straightforward, shameless. Blonde hair piled on top of her head, skin flushed from the workout, and me standing there, already wet, already thinking about what comes next when we’re finally alone.