"So you want me to kiss him for your general entertainment?" I asked, sitting on my shaking hands.

My heart was thumping in my chest, did Vanessa have any idea how much I actually wanted this?

"As an actor, you'll probably end up kissing plenty of guys for parts, so you might as well get used to it."

Susan and her boyfriend Caspian stifled a laugh, whilst Paul just looked at me with an amused grin. He was most probably straight but clearly comfortable enough with himself to not consider this a big deal.

The same could not be said for me, however. I'd fantasized about a moment like this for forever. To make matters worse, Paul had been the centre of my fantasies for the past few weeks.

My palms were sweaty and my cheeks were burning. Had the others noticed? Had Paul? Would it be suspicious if I chickened out?

Or even more so, if I didn't?

I leaned forward and carefully kissed Paul's lips. I was about to pull away when the small crowd cheered.

"C'mon, give 'em a proper snog," Caspian said, in a horrible attempt at a British accent.

That's when Paul gently cupped my face with both hands and teased my lips apart with his tongue. Soon I was lost in his scent, the softness of his hands, and the oxytocin flooding my brain.

Our onlookers shouted encouragement but I could hardly hear them. Without realizing, I'd grabbed Paul's hair in an attempt to stop him from pulling away.

When he finally let go, he looked at me with a raised eyebrow. Did he know? Was he going to freak? Fuck, was he going to tell the others?

He surprised me by saying, "If this was an audition, I'd definitely give you the part."