Nicole shook her head, laughing weakly at herself. "It's nothing. I'm just… happy."
Ross smirked. "I'm happy too, but you don't see me crying. You're such a big baby, Nicole."
His teasing tone made her chuckle through her tears, but the emotions twisting inside her didn't ease.
How could they, when she had just realized the truth?
Somewhere between the long hours of filming, the stolen moments between takes, and the electric chemistry they shared on screen, she had fallen in love.
Not with the character he played, not with the scripted romance they had performed for the cameras—but with Ross himself.
It hadn't been intentional. She had never meant for this to happen.
But now, as she stood before him, her heart in turmoil, she knew there was no denying it.
The worst part? She wasn't free to love him.
There was Ian. The man who had been waiting for her outside of this movie, the man she was supposed to love. The man who had trusted her.
