I had a new routine. Mornings were spent making breakfast for myself in the full kitchen of my suite. I'd found a chiropractor, which I visited every few days. I shopped after shooting, unless it was a late shoot, then I shopped before. And I Skyped my family and Tabbi almost daily. Interwoven were texts and calls from the rest of my group. It sucked that I couldn't tell anyone what I was doing in Canada, but we'd all agreed that my part in this movie was going to be kept under wraps.

Norman found the dictate harder to follow than me. He's a huge kid on sets, and loves posting behind the scenes shots. Unfortunately, Duffy kept taking his phone to make sure I was nowhere near any of the damn shots. Since the premier for the movie based on my book, people knew who I was now. Having my face show up in pictures of this movie would leak the news and make people go into a tailspin. And so, like a petulant school boy, Norman would hand the Iphone to Duffy and he'd check to make sure no full or partial face shot of me would be shared.

The hair, useless as I felt it was, became a part of the character. It was wrapped on top of my head, braided down my back, or tossed over a shoulder depending on the scene. And I only had one falling out with Mary, the wardrobe head. She really wanted me in those stiletto heels, and explaining to her that my center of gravity didn't work well with heels higher than an inch, was the most painful experience of my life. So finally, I showed her, and nearly broke my damn leg in the process. Louboutins are gorgeous, but the ones she picked would have to go on someone else's feet.

Filming was pretty interesting. I'd only acted in a few plays, and those were in front of a darkened audience in a high school theater. This was almost as painless. Playing pretend in front of two men I knew pretty damn well, a director and writer who I was coming to trust, and the dozen or so others who were fast becoming friends. And so, it wasn't nearly as terrifying as it could have been. Well, until the couple of scenes I was absolutely shaking from the thought of having to perform.

"You look nervous," Sean whispered to me, as he pulled me to him. I bit my lip to keep from yelling at him. "Don't be, not like we haven't done this before."

Asshole, I thought, feeling completely exposed in the nightie that I was certain was Mary's way of getting me back for the heels. "It'll be fine," Norman's whisper against my ear made me shiver. "You've knocked everything else outta the ballpark, this'll be a piece of fuckin' cake for you."

I felt his warmth against my back and steadied myself. Sure, I thought, I'd done pretty decently up until now, but up until now it was simple faux flirting. We had ALL our clothes on. This fucking sequence was half naked for them, and this fucking nightie that made no sense at all to me was gonna be my downfall. I nodded, hoping neither of them would pay attention to my shaking hands, or my fight or flight twitching in my body.

"Ready?" Duffy called, and before the three of us could give the affirmative, he offered this lovely direction. "Make it look as real as you're comfortable with, guys." Shit, why not give these two the keys to the kingdom.

"Ready," Sean and Norman breathed against me. I gave another shaky nod and "Action" was called.

Suddenly, Sean's mouth found mine and my right hand curled around his neck as my left reached behind to pull Norman tighter into my neck. I felt their hands, both grasping at my barely covered skin, across my collarbone and their bodies flush against me. When Sean's hand cupped my ass, I knew this was a line too far, and I pinched his neck, hard. He bit my lip, but pulled away.

"Good, good," Duffy said, watching the screen, not the real deal. "Now y'all can switch."

Shit, I thought, let's just flip this around. Luckily kissing Norman would be less stressful, less like the past. I turned to face him and he gave me a sweet smile. "You ready, Jess?" He whispered, and I nodded as I felt Sean's body press against my back.

"Action." And then, as Norman's mouth replaced Sean's, I realized I didn't know shit. My right hand found his hair and I moaned into his mouth and his hands were yanking me to him, away from Sean entirely. I fought to use my left to pull Sean back to us, but felt him have to take the initiative and wrap it around his neck himself. I felt him chuckle against my neck and couldn't make my mind work to figure out why. I felt Norman's teeth against my bottom lip and nipped back at him. "Cut."

I was gasping as our foreheads pressed against one anothers'. "Jesus, you two want to set the fucking set on fire?" Sean asked, pulling away and chuckling.

I tried to turn to glare at him, but Norman held me tight. "Don't move," he groaned, not yet. I could feel the reason he didn't want me to turn, it was poking me quite incessantly. "Damn, girl, that's not how I wanted our first kiss to go."

I raised an eyebrow as I pulled my face from his. "You planned on kissing me?" I asked, smiling up at him. "How long was this plan in place, Norman?"

He chuckled and pulled me against his chest. "Shit, since the first time I laid eyes on you. Even knowing how you turned his dumb ass in knots wasn't enough for me to stay away." I felt his hands running along my back, holding me lightly. "Wasn't sure you'd welcome it."

I nodded, feeling our heartbeats slow and his rising need come under control. "I might not have." I admitted. "Kind of swore off actors, you know?"

"Lucky for you, I'm not an actor." I gave him a look and he smiled. "Well, wasn't supposed to be." I laughed.

"Looking for a loophole?" I asked, smirking. "I think you're safe." I winked, and pulled away. "We're holding up the shoot."

Duffy and Sean were standing aside shooting glances our way. "What's next?" I asked, smiling when they looked abashed.

"Pay up." Sean said, nodding in my direction. I looked at him confused. "Not you, him." He pointed at Duffy.

"It was a kiss, and she just stood there so Reedus wouldn't be embarrassed that he was affected by it. Not paying up until there's proof." Duffy argued.

I crossed my arms over my barely covered chest. "What's the bet?"

Sean shook his head. "None of your business."

I glared. "Seems like it's about Norman and me, so that would be very much my business." I felt Norman's wrap around me from behind.

"Jessa's right." He said, breath fluffing the hair on top of my head. "What's the bet?"

They both groaned. "Fine," Sean answered. "We had a wager on how long it was gonna take you dipshits to realize how ya felt about each other." He shrugged.

"And I'm not buying it." Duffy answered. "One kiss? It was scripted and Jessa's a damn good actress. Hell, I couldn't be sure y'all weren't in on it."

I rolled my eyes. "You're both infantile." I felt Norman's hands tighten around me. "How much?"

"What?" Sean asked, curious about what I was asking.

"The bet," Norman answered, his arms still tight around me. "How much did you bet?"

I smiled, he was pretty good at keeping up with me. "Yeah, I want to know what our dinner budget is for the night. Since you're both paying."

The groans grew as I turned in Norman's arms and gave him a chaste kiss on the lips. "Later." I promised, and pulled away to go get out of the obscene nightie and into comfy clothes.

Dinner that night was extra sweet, as was my smile when Duffy mentioned that we'd be filming the scene I'd spent almost two weeks preparing for. After dinner, Sean and Duffy made themselves scarce and it became a bit awkward.

"Let me walk ya back to your room." Norman said, his voice low and gruff. I smiled at him and we left the restaurant. It wasn't far from our hotel, but the walk was unbearably quiet.

I laughed, and he jerked to look at me. "Sorry, it's just- this." I gestured between us and the silence. "We've never been this quiet. Suddenly, one kiss and we can't freaking talk."

His lips quirked into a half smile. "It was quite the kiss." An eyebrow raised to challenge me to deny it.

I nodded. "Sure was. Think we may have embarrassed half the crew." I chuckled, Mary had been blushing when I showed up to get out of the cursed nightie, and Josh and Abi looked like they were holding back giggles.

"Nah," he shook his head. "Think they were jealous." He chuckled with me. "Jealous." He pulled me into him, wrapping his arm around my shoulder. "Jesus, did you really pinch Sean earlier?" His lips were close to my head when he asked and when I nodded he gave a bark of laughter. "Why?"

"He was getting a little too re-familiarized with the past." I said, smiling up at him. "Thought I'd remind him of his obligations to his family." I gave a little shrug.

Norman's eyes were twinkling with laughter as we made it to the elevator. "You're something, you know?" I bit my lip. "Don't bite that," he whispered as the doors closed and left us alone. "That's my job now." And he showed his determination for the job. Pulling me into his arms, with no one watching this time, he kissed me. And just like when we were filming, I reacted with a moan, and this time both hands found his hair. We were pressed chest to chest when the door dinged to tell us we'd reached my floor. A nip at my bottom lip and he pulled reluctantly away. "We're here."