The scene was a kiss. Onscreen. Fiction.
Julian watched the playback, Lena watched him.
"Too much?" she asked.
He didn't look at the screen. "Not enough."
Silence crackled.
She leaned in, just close enough to feel the heat between them, not enough to burn.
"I write music, Julian. I don't live it."
"You're lying," he said.
And god- she was