It made me look twenty-five instead of seventeen.

Well, at least I finally looked legal!

"Knock 'em dead." Jean ushered me toward the door.

Lincoln was waiting on the other side, dressed in dark, skinny jeans and a nameless band V-neck T-shirt that showed off part of his arm and chest tattoo.

"Ready?" he held out his hand.

I took it and wobbled beside him. It had been ages since I'd worn heels.

I wanted to make a joke about Bo showing on his chest. But again, the words weren't there — they just weren't. Instead, I pointed to his chest and smiled.

He looked down. "Yeah, Bo's making an appearance."

"Finally!" Jaymeson pointed at both of us. "Lincoln, show her to her mark. Dani, for this scene you're simply staring at him like you want to eat him. Think you can do that?"

I nodded.

Any woman could do that.

Most men too.

"Cue music!" Jaymeson called out. "Action."

A techno mix of AD2's latest song filled the air as the extras started dancing around us. I stayed glued to the wall while Lincoln delivered his lines to Pris, and then he lifted his head, meeting my gaze.

It's just a movie. It's just a movie.

The breath left my chest on one slow exhale as he moved toward me, his body making fluid, purposeful movements through the crowd.

My lips parted; my entire body felt heavy as he approached.

He stopped in front of me, his forehead grazing mine as he leaned in a few inches. Our breath mingled as the music and scene faded around me.

"Cut!" Jaymeson yelled.

Holy crap on a cracker! I almost experienced my first stroke — at seventeen.

"You okay?" Lincoln's eyebrows knit together in concern.

I licked the lipstick from my lips and nodded quickly.

Jaymeson approached. "Time for the kiss, remember kissing, not hockey. Clearly, you were confused earlier."

Lincoln gritted his teeth and let out a little groan.

I patted his arm and grinned, my way of encouraging him. He seemed to pale more.

My stomach sank.

Maybe it was me.

I was the problem.

Not the kiss, but me. If he'd had trouble kissing my gorgeous sister, how was he going to be able to kiss me?

"Hey…" Lincoln cupped my cheek. "… focus on me, nothing else, alright? It's only us."

I nodded.

"You ever been to a party?"

I rolled my eyes.

"Ever made out with a guy at a party that wasn't your boyfriend?"

I thought about it then slowly shook my head.

"So that's what this scene is about. It's about a guy seeing a girl from across the room and wanting her so badly that he's willing to cheat on his own girlfriend for just one taste. Granted, he's supposedly drunk and high, but that just takes the romance out of it, doesn't it?"

He released my cheek and stepped back. "Imagine you're trying to attract me, make your body as inviting as possible. Hell, just stand there and look at me, and you'll sell it."

Sell it. I repeated the words in my mind.

I could do that.

Because I wanted him to kiss me.

It made my heart beat faster.

My blood pump harder.

And for the first time since my parents' death, I was actually excited about something. Nervous, but excited.

"Okay," I mouthed.

I must have surprised him again because his eyes darkened, and then he grinned. "One day, Dani. One day I'm going to hear my name coming from that gorgeous mouth of yours, and I'm not going to be held responsible for my actions… damn the consequences."

My breath hitched.

"Quiet on set! And action!"

There was no warning. Suddenly, Lincoln's mouth was fused against mine, no teeth, just his soft lips pushing, prodding, moving slowly back and forth until his tongue slid through and made contact with mine.

Heart racing, I opened my mouth enough to deepen the kiss as heat washed over me.

He groaned and dug his fingers into my shoulders then slid his hands down my back and gripped my butt. I let out a squeak of surprise as I flicked his tongue with mine.

"Cut!" Jaymeson yelled.

I kept kissing.

So did Lincoln.

His chest brushed roughly against mine; my breasts ached at the sharp contact. I let out a little hiss at the exact time Linc let out a groan and nudged his knee between my legs.

"Cut!" Jaymeson yelled again.

Slowly, Lincoln pried himself away from me, chest heaving.

"Good enough," said Jaymeson.

"No," Lincoln argued without taking his wild, grey eyes off me, "I went off script. We need to do it again."

"The hell you do," someone mumbled. I wasn't surprised to see Demetri glaring daggers at Lincoln's back. Alec was next to Jaymeson, giving him an earful. I noted the strong tick in his jaw.

"Fine." Jaymeson waved them both off. "We'll do it again."

"Take two, and action!"

This time the kiss was slow, languid in its movements. Hot waves of pleasure coursed through my body as his tongue slid seductively past my lips. His taste, the feel of his mouth was unlike anything I'd ever experienced. Greedily, I moaned, desperate for more of him as I reached for his shirt, fisting it with my hands and tugging him tighter against my body, wanting more contact with him. I felt every plane of muscle as he slowly turned us so his back was semi facing the camera. His knee nudged my legs apart as pressure increased down the middle of my body. I hadn't really looked long at the script, but I was pretty sure that this wasn't part of it.