You watched him, heart pounding. He stepped closer, his hand brushing a strand of hair from your face. The air between you crackled with unspoken desire. He leaned in, his lips hovering just a hair's breadth away from yours.

"Can I?" he whispered, his breath warm against your skin.

"Cut!" the director's voice. “the kissing scene is not this one.”

“I know, I was teasing…” — he jokes awkwardly.