Chapter 4 - The Bed Scene (part 1)

Tiffany POV

“And Action!” 

I slowly lick my lips as I glance across the room at Trevor lying on the bed.  His bare chest glows under the spotlights and practically begs to be touched.  Can I keep myself under control? 

What am I thinking?  I have to keep myself reined in.  I don’t want to ruin anything between us.  We are good friends and nothing more, but I can’t confess I’ve had wet dreams of him almost every night. 

His strong arms wrapping around me while his…  No.  Not now. 

I take a deep breath as my heart races.  I can do this. 

I close my eyes and get into character.  One who isn’t currently in love with Trevor, but soon will be. 

I switch over to autopilot, and we work through our lines.  The director doesn’t stop us, and we keep rolling along.

My breath hitches when Trevor finally calls out to me to sleep with him in the bed.  I break character for only a moment as my stomach flutters.  This is it. 

I can do it. 

Pushing my jitters out of my mind, I shuffle across the room and around the bed.  As I slide in under the covers, his musky scent fills my nose, and I quickly bite back a moan struggling to escape. 

Stay calm.  Don’t react.  You can’t show him you have fallen for him.  He is just a friend and your co-star.  Nothing else. 

My heart twists, but I ignore it. 

The fear of the director screaming to stop the scene washes over me, and I quickly snap back into character.  With each passing second, his musky scent swirls around me, and my heartbeat quickens. 

I turn and look into his dark brown eyes, hoping to get a loving look back, but I get nothing.  Something is off, though.  I don’t know if it is him being in character or something else.  There is an internal battle of some sort in his gaze, but why? 

The moment has finally come, and our first kiss of the bed scene is here.  Once again, I choke down my excitement as my stomach flutters.  I force myself to hide my anticipation. 

My character isn’t supposed to have that kind of look.  It is supposed to be more of a hesitation and a bit of reluctancy.  He doesn’t like me.  The thought of falling for a friend like me surely scares him. 

I know that feeling all too well.

I have fought it as much as I can, but after so many years of being paired together during event and having to work as a couple, I couldn’t fight it any longer.  I can’t tell you exactly when it happened, but I fell for him, hard. 

His eyes darken a little as he leans in towards me.  I can’t control myself as I eagerly lean towards him.  The moment his luscious lips touch mine, the script and everything else flies out the window.  I melt into the moment as a heat ignites within me.  I want him. 

Even though I don’t want to, I pull back a bit and look into his eyes.  His previous blank stare is gone and something else is there now, but I can’t put my finger on it.  With all my might, I mask my own desire for him, but my willpower disappears as soon as we lean in again and his moist lips capture mine. 

Mentally, I lose the character and morph into myself.  A woman who is finally getting to kiss the man I love. 

My eyes close, and I savor his scent and how our lips move in sync with each other.  I want to let myself loose, but something within me pulls me back.  Instead of moaning into his mouth, I mentally moan.  “Ahhh….”

As I melt into his body, his rough hand glides along my delicate arm, sending a warm shiver through my body as lust consumes me. 

I eagerly allow him to devour my plump lips, all the while not wanting him to stop. 

My core throbs as goosebumps explode across my entire body. 

Just as we deepen our kiss, the last thing I wanted to hear rings out.  “CUT!!!”

To my excitement, Trevor doesn’t stop and continues to ravage my lips.  I don’t stop him either.  But the director’s stern voice cuts right through my happiness.  “CUT!!  I HAVE SAID CUT SEVERAL TIMES!!”

His harsh tone almost propels me backward and puts up an invisible wall between Trevor and me.  I want to scream back for him to leave us alone, but I can’t.  The words get caught in my throat. 

The drama and our roles flash through my mind.  This is all for the drama and it doesn’t mean anything. 

Like a balloon deflating, the realization of where I’m at hammers home and I slowly pull away from Trevor.  My body yearns for him.

I almost protest when he withdraws his hand from my arm.  Luckily, his warmth stays on me, reminding me of how it felt and what I’m missing. 

I blink a couple of times while I catch my breath and calm my racing heart.  Unfortunately, I can’t calm another raging part of me.  My mind scrambles to try and figure out a way for Trevor not to notice when he straddles me. 

Gulp.  Shit.  That is next. 

I roll backwards onto my back as I stare up at the white ceiling, making sure the sheet covers my chest. 

The director walks up along Trevor’s side of the bed and looks across at me.  “That was perfect.  We don’t need to do it again.”  He turns towards to my co-star.  “Trevor, you need to wrap the comforter around you and get ready for the next part.”

Please don’t say straddle.  I don’t think I can handle it right now. 

The director glances over at me with a faint glint in his eyes.  “We will have to film several versions of the next scene.  So don’t dive into each other too much.  As a reminder, we will be editing out any noise you may make.”  He pauses for a moment.  “You can get fully into character.”

I furrow my eyebrows at his last statement and his amused tone, but then reality hits me.  He is giving us approval to fully go into character.

A part of me wants to jump for joy, but another part is curious why he would even say something like that.  It goes against our professional standards to go too deep into character and lose ourselves in a scene.  Is there something else behind his comment?