The slow dance scene.

There's a scene where Daniel has to practice for the father-daughter dance he has to go to with Daniella, DJ's sister. The dance is supposed to be a surprise for Daniella, so Daniel has to practice with DJ.

"Now," Pauly says. "I want you guys to do this scene faithfully in spirit, not faithfully to the script. If you want to go off-book, I encourage it. Go as off-book as you want. The plot can go as off-kilter as you need, it's only rehearsal."

John/Daniel wraps his arm around your waist. As DJ, you place your hand gingerly on John/Daniel's shoulders and stand a distance away from your father, with whom you already have a tenuous relationship with (although this scene is meant to bond the two of you). Following along the plot of the scene, John/Daniel rolls his eyes and yanks you in closer so that your torso fully collides, and presses into, John/Daniel's heated bulky mass. You feel John/Daniel's muscle through his shirt and find that it's surprisingly soft when it's relaxed and not flexed. Your hands slip onto John/Daniel's chest. You desperately try to ignore the plumpness of his pecs. It's not what DJ would think. At least, you don't think it's what DJ would think.

You look into John/Daniel's eyes. They're kind and warm, almost twinkling down at you with an earnest charm, in harmony with his beastly-athletic frame. You feel like Snow White dancing with The Huntsman. You feel John/Daniel's hand on your lower back. His hand has slipped under your shirt. It's probably a mistake. John/Daniel probably hasn't even noticed. Scratch that. You can feel him rubbing small circles on the bottom of your spine.

The feeling of his skin and muscles, looking in his firm kind face, and the contact of his hand on your lower back is too much. You're about to get hard. With how close John/Daniel is to you, it's almost certain he would feel it. The only way to avoid his noticing is to go off-script and come up with an excuse for DJ.