She kissed him again.

After making sure the water was as hot as it could be, she slipped out of her clothes and into the scalding water.

She hissed as it hit her skin. She leaned her head back into the flow.

This had to stop.

It just hurt too much.

She had kissed him, crossed that line, again.

But he had kissed her back.

Tears mingled with the water on her face. She took in a shaky breath before her knees gave out.

She sank to the floor under the shower head.

"GOD DAMMIT!" she screamed. Sobs wracked her body as she wrapped her arms around her knees.

Maybe she should get another producer.

Because this, whatever it was, hurt too much, and she couldn't just pretend it hadn't happened anymore.

It had happened, twice now. And there were feelings, mutual feelings, involved.

She got out of the shower, changed into p.j.'s, and crawled into bed, still crying.

He kissed her again.

He took a cold shower. A very, very, very cold shower.

He couldn't let this happen again, or he would have to stop working with her.

There was too much at stake.

How did he let it happen?

One minute they were just talking, and the next, they were wrapped in a very un-platonic kiss.

"Damn, damn, damn." He muttered.

He knew it hurt her, but it hurt him too.

He had feelings for her, and he was pretty sure that they were mutual.

He got out of the shower, and went to bed, contemplating what they were going to do next.

It wasn't going to be easy.