From the first minute of the panel, something felt off in the most intoxicating way possible. While Caitríona spoke, Sam didn’t do what most seasoned actors do—scan the crowd, nod politely, wait for his turn. Instead, he locked in. His body angled toward her. His eyes followed every pause, every smile, every breath between sentences.
And here’s where it gets dangerous—in the best gossip way.
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