"What the hell was that?" I demanded to know as soon as Phil and I were alone.
"What?" Phil looked at me blankly, as if he did nothing wrong.
"That kiss. What was up with that kiss?" I harshly asked.
"Jess, relax. They wanted drama, so I turned it up a notch." Phil nonchalantly said.
The casual way he said that took me by surprise.
"So there wasn't anything behind that?" I asked.
"That kiss, no." He prefaced.
The way his eyes darkened made me suddenly nervous. He turned and pinned me back against the wall, caressing my cheek before putting both hands beside my head.
"This one, yes."
I couldn't move or turn away. I had no choice but to let him kiss me. I felt a bolt run though my body when his lips met mine. This was wrong. Everything about it felt wrong. Yet this was even more passionate than the kiss in front of the cameras.
I balled up my fists and hit him in the belly. He swore but finally moved away.
"What in the blue hell?" I sputtered, putting as much distance between the two of us as possible.
"I'm not going to apologize." Phil shook his head.
"You should! To me and to Jon." I hotly told him.
"Alright, fine. Tell me you didn't feel anything behind that kiss and I will." He challenged.
"No, I didn't. I felt you force that kiss on me. You know that I wouldn't willingly accept it."
Phil scoffed at me. "Come off it, Jessie. You wanted that kiss. I saw it in your eyes earlier."
"I wanted?" I glowered at him. "I'm in love with Jon. I'm married to Jon. There's nothing between you and me anymore. And I thought you were okay with that."
"I was." Phil admitted. "Until the meeting. Then I thought back to what AJ said you told her during the baby shower."
"Right, my baby shower. To celebrate the fact that I am having twins. With my husband." I harshly stated.
Phil ignored my comments. "You said that there's always going to be a part of you that wants me. Just like there's always going to be a part of me that wants you. What's wrong with exploring that?"
"Everything!" I yelled at him. "Everything is wrong with it!"
"Yet you don't deny that you still want me." The twinkle in Phil's eye was unmistakable.
"A part of me, possibly." I argued. "This whole conversation is inane. Tomorrow you'll come to your senses and apologize."
I stormed out of the room with his protest still fresh on his traitorous lips.
I felt a little righteous as I grabbed my bag from the locker room. I stood my ground, didn't let him get to me. This had been too similar to fights we had in the past for comfort. Phil knew how to push my buttons. But not this time.
Even though I would only admit it to myself that a part of me did like the kiss. Only a part.
"No." I muttered under my breath. "That's the past."
I had just gotten the thought out when my present and future walked up to me.
"Hey, Jon, what are your thoughts-"
I never got the question out. Jon grabbed my arm and pulled me into one of the empty production rooms. As soon as the door closed, his mouth was on mine, sending bolts of electricity down my spine. As he deepened the kiss, my knees began to buckle. That man knows how to make my toes curl.
When he broke away, I was completely breathless and putty in his hands.
"That was to remind you," He said, pressing his forehead against mine and cradling my body against his. "That I love you. And that's the way you kiss a desirable woman."
