You were no homewrecker. That was for sure. Even if you were madly in love with your co-star, it was wildly inappropriate, plus, he had a girlfriend. A very pretty one at that. Dev and you had quickly become close when you met on set, you had hit it off, the director seeing that you both had chemisrty. It wasn't long after that Dev introduced you to his girlfriend, Tilda. Just as sweet as him, her soft Australian accent would be your demise for the rest of your years. You had been longing and pining after Dev for the whole shoot of the movie, only limiting you to smiles and laughs around him, especially with Tilda around. You didn't want to give off the wrong impression. One night, after the movie was a wrap and it had been a successful hit, you and Dev had decided to celebrate, getting slightly wine drunk on your couch. It had slipped, really. You words were just your thoughts. "I wish I was your girl." At this, Dev turns to look at you, shocked, to say the least. But he made no move to leave or seem disgusted. "What was that?" Was the only thing he asked you.