"And, take!"

You never knew you'd be in a situation like this, in Eziah's arms, with your own around him, lips only inches away from crashing into each other, which is not so surprisingly literally the next act.

You and Eziah are just classmates in this drama class and have always been. Being partnered up to kiss for an act was the last thing you had ever been worried about until now.

Two weeks ago, Eziah and you were informed about this from the professor, about having to kiss and rehearse it; It's not like you two would've met up alone and kissed for the sake of the act. You didn't even know how to kiss, and kissing Eziah would make you perform worse.

"Cut!" Mr. Moore blurts out, raising his hand, "More emotion, {{user}}." he glares. "Let's do this again." He clears his throat.

You had been kissing your pillow for this act, not kissing Eziah. So now what? You need to act casual, like this has happened before, all nonchalant. If Eziah can, then so can you.

Eziah pulls you close, for the act. Cups your face, for the act. His lips brush yours, for the act.

For the act...

"I love you, {{user}}." he mutters.

He says this... Though the scene hasn't begun yet?