Today on set, the dreaded scene was going to be rehearsed for the first time. My knees were knocking together was Alex picked me up.

Even though it was now a daily occurrence, him taking me to set, the prospect of what was about to come terrified me.

Keanu was unphased. It was probably because he didn't have to do an intense scene with a stranger.

On set, there was only a small handful of cast members, and Dave found us almost immediately after walking through the door. He pulled Alex and I aside. Keanu made his way to the snack table and took a seat on it.

The details of the morning and the talk with Dave ran together, nerves getting the better of me and knocking my focus out of my mind.

In short, Dave explained that we would need to rehearse the intimate scene, but he wanted to make sure we felt comfortable with each other first.

"Katie took me to dinner last night to get to know me," Alex said. "That was smart. I feel like I know her better now." He flashed a charming little half smile, and it made me nod against my will.

"We should bite the bullet. It'll only get easier from here," I said, face as red as Dave's hat.

"As long as you're both ready," Dave nodded. He took us down a long hall, but it felt a lot longer than it did the time we walked it on the first day.

We had separate makeup rooms, where we got into 'costumes' and received all of our directions. In my room, there were a few makeup ladies that I sort of knew.

I was standing in front of them with no clothes on. I felt vulnerable, yet okay at the same time because they were all females. It felt no different than changing in a locker room at the gym.

To preserve my modesty for the movie, I was in the equivalent of a feminine hygiene product, underwear the same tone as my skin, and a small bit of sticky cloth to cover my chest.

I got into the character's assigned red underwear, and they draped a robe around my shoulders. I tied it around my waist, very eager to cover myself, despite the fact that I would be taking it off in a few minutes.

The fact that it was a closed set made me feel a bit better, because that meant only the cast involved would be there, as well as minimal crew for lights, camera, sound, and direction. Since we weren't recording today, and only rehearsing, that meant even fewer people, but even still, Alex was there, so I was going to be embarrassed.

The set was an empty room and a bed. There were a million pillows and several layers of blankets for me to hide under in shame. Alex was there already, sitting on the bed in a robe just like mine.

I turned once to Amy, the costume designer, asking a question but honestly just trying to stall before I had to strip in front of 10 people and pretend to get intimate with Alex.

"So uh... do I have to make... the noises...? Or should I just go through the motions?" I stammered, avoiding looking at Alex as his robe hung open to show his chest. He was looking down at his script, the front flap of his robe falling off his chest, revealing his smooth skin and a hint of muscles.

"I think they were going to have you go all in today. I'd clear it with Dave if I were you," she said, gently holding my shoulders. "Don't worry, you're gonna be okay."

I nodded and blushed, then wandered to Alex, shifting to hold the robe closed. He looked up and smiled when I got next to him, and I could see right down the robe.

It honestly looked like he was wearing nothing at all. I was okay with that. And I was not okay with that.

"Ready?" He asked me, clasping my hand.

My mouth was dry. No.

I clasped his hand in response and gulped softly, "Guess so."

He smiled a huge grin to try and cheer me up. I almost wasn't in the mood, but his smile kept me from running away. The last time anyone saw me as exposed as I was about to be was when I lost my swimsuit top at a waterpark, and that resulted in me crying in a locker room for 20 minutes.

He hummed a little bit, just to himself, and I recognized the tune as "Pour Some Sugar on Me," by Def Leppard. Subconsciously, I found that this was helping me. I always dug deep to dance along with that song, a classic. It was the only one that made me with I could dance to win the hearts of men.

"You got the peaches, I got the cream.
Sweet to taste, saccharine!
'Cause I'm hot, say what, sticky sweet
From my head, my head, to my feet... Do you take sugar? One lump or two?"

If I could only get into that mentality right now...

"Okay guys," Dave started, "You're gonna hate me, but it's time to get going..."

Alex and I looked at each other, and he took the cue and started shyly disrobing.

I felt like I was invading his privacy. My face went absolutely scarlet red when I saw that he was not wearing a single thing, save a tiny pair of skin-tone underwear that kept him in check. My eyes traveled downward--

Avert your eyes, you absolute creep! I immediately thought, trying to look anywhere except what was just exposed.

He shimmied under the covers to hide. Fast as lightning, I took off the robe and threw it to the side. The cool air around me hit my skin, and I was burning alive.

I was in underwear. Just underwear. It really wasn't that bad considering; it wasn't worse than wearing a bikini, the context changed it, though, making me want to hide and fight the urge to cover everything.

I wasn't a self conscious person, but suddenly I could feel myself scrutinizing every little part of myself. Maybe I should've done a few sit-ups before today...

But sit-ups or not, I was in my underwear, under some blankets with an almost naked Alex Winter. Skin-to-skin.

The lights dimmed, and the room was filled with tension, like every crew member was simultaneously holding their breath. Or maybe that was just me.

"Action," Dave said. It was more than a whisper, but sounded like a shout in this quiet.

I cast aside every single thought I had, so that I was thinking of the script and the script only. I swallowed hard. Luckily there were only a few lines I had to say, and I knew them well.

"Alex, start on top of her. It'll feel really weird, but aim for just below her bellybutton whenever you move,"

Alex rolled over so that he was on top of me, hovering an inch above my waist with a leg on each side of me. There was nervousness in his eyes, and he was trying not to look down at my bra.

"Katie, lean up and kiss him,"

Without hesitation, I leaned up and tilted my head. His mouth slid open gently and we began to kiss.

He reached around behind me on cue to unhook the bra clip. Even though I knew I was covered up with makeup and a bit of plasticy rubber, feeling the protective barrier of cloth leave my body left me feeling really vulnerable.

He was tentative, almost twitchy, as he raised his hand to my chest. I fought the urge to pull my face back and push his hands off of me. Acting. You're acting. He's acting. You're scripted.

Suddenly, a bit of wetness brought me to my senses, as he pinned me down and slid his tongue more into my mouth. His lower half moved, barely missing me, landing at my bellybutton.

This continued in the most awkward silence I'd ever experienced; just the rustling of sheets and occasional puffs of breath from him constantly moving.

Dave almost scared me out of character. "Alex, don't be afraid to touch her," he said, "And make a bit of noise."

That was what I was afraid of. What noise?

Alex snapped me back into it, because he made an obscene noise, a lot like he did in the read-through, except this one felt more real. More awkward. More personal. I copied him.

A makeup artist was close by now, putting water on our foreheads and stomachs to simulate sweat. That was awkward, as they slid a hand between us at our most vulnerable to spray our faces gently.

"Katie, can you grab him by the shoulders? Okay, now you two switch spots. Katie, put a leg on each side of him and sit just between his hips and bellybutton."

Flipping over was even more vulnerable, because I didn't have his entire torso and blankets to shield me.

Even so, I gripped his now slick shoulders and we rolled, steadying ourselves.

He looked absolutely gorgeous with his hair messed up and fake sweat shining on his chest. Not to mention his face, reacting to what I was 'doing.' The fact that he was a few mere threads away from being naked wasn't helping my mental state, either.

It felt really personal, very very intimate. He was just as vulnerable as I was right now. Maybe we should've gone to dinner a few more times before we agreed to expose ourselves like this...

Sitting on his waist, I was fully aware of every part of my body and how it moved, and how there were several people watching, including the man I was on top of. I looked down at his abs, just right, just hardly there, and a small v that led to his tan underwear. Did he work out?

He reached up and grabbed the back of my neck, pulling me down against him at Dave's discretion, biting on my lip and sliding his tongue gently between my lips.

It was strange. One kiss faded into the next with odd wet noises, until I didn't know how many times we actually had kissed. We kissed so many times without breaking apart that I feared for when I'd be able to breathe next, but at the same time, I didn't want to stop.

He stopped just in time and pulled away from me, his lips damp as he gasped for air. His head turned to reveal his strong jawline, and he went for my neck next.

His hands traveled from my hips, up my stomach and up to my chest. His hands clenched slightly and I squealed a bit in embarrassment. He gave me a kiss that clearly said 'sorry.'

I was directed, next, to move faster, so I did, trying to look as realistic as possible while awkwardly bouncing my hips on his abdomen. He frantically reached for hy face again and pulled me into a rough kiss yet again. My fingers squeezed and tugged his curls, no directions needed.

"Alright, we know you already hate us, but time to hate us even more. We're closing up shop. Bring us home."

Aside from the steamy kisses, it was not nearly as much of an intimate moment as I'd predicted, what with every single move we made being controlled and scripted. It wasn't sexy, it wasn't hot, except for the actual feeling of the kisses...

Time to bring it home. Somewhere in the back of my mind, from what felt like ages ago, though it was only minutes, I could vaguely hear "Pour Some Sugar on Me" playing. I tapped into that distant memory and put my so-called moves to good use.

Alex made an inhuman groan as the sign of the end of the scene. It went better than I thought. I yelled out one word before I rolled off of him, actually beginning to sweat. I hastily pulled the covers over my chest.

I would've been very proud of my performance if the realization of what I'd just done hadn't hit me like a freight train to the abdomen. My face burned red. The one line I chose to improvise, and I managed to royally screw it all up forever.

I called out "Alex" by mistake....