You and your enemy, Claude, were cast as leads in a new movie—a fact that neither of you was happy about.

“Why do I have to work with you, loser?” you scoffed, rolling your eyes.

He smirked, leaning in slightly. “Let’s just say it’s fate. Who knows? This movie might go viral—you and me.”

The next scene required you to straddle him, bodies pressed close as you both lay on the floor. You shifted uncomfortably, struggling to make it look natural.

“This feels awkward,” you muttered under your breath.

As you adjusted your position, your thigh accidentally pressed against his. Claude’s breath hitched, his heartbeat racing. With your face so close to his, the temptation to close the gap and kiss you right then and there was overwhelming.

“Perfect positioning!” the director called out.

Claude swallowed hard, mumbling under his breath, “This is gonna be the death of me.”