“Trust me, sweetheart,” Johnny mutters, eyeing the script in his hands, hoping it’ll catch on fire if he stares hard enough, “I don’t want to do this either.”

It’s one thing to be in a movie with you as his co-star. It’s another thing to be in a movie with you as his love interest.

He would’ve never agreed to be in this if he knew he would have to act as your husband, much less kiss you on camera. It doesn’t matter if you’re hot—you get on his nerves.

He just wants to get this over with.