Acting vs reality (A Jamilla Story)

Sex On The Beach

Camilla POV
I walk onto the beach, the film crew are set up with James and the director stood talking by the shore. James stands in his swimming trunks, I've been told to wear a bikini.
I've decided it's best if I ignore James the best I can, I mean it's slightly difficult when shooting a scene.

10 minutes later
I lay beside James on the towel laying smoothly on the sandy beach. We're waiting for action, I'm a bit sceptical of shooting this scene.
'You two are ok with wearing minimal clothing?' I awkwardly look at James, he half smiles thinking the same as I am.
'Yes..'
'And shooting Sunny Side Up... Set..'
The director glances at us, I lie on my side. Eyes closed.
'Action.'
As James strokes up my arm I slowly open my eyes and turn round to face him. He gentle runs his fingertips over my bare stomach, I smile. Here comes the awkward intimate Zollie scene until it all comes crashing down, but it's more about the sexually scene before in which I'm worriedly focuses on.
'You're on beautiful girl.' I look into James blue eyes and passionately crash his lips into mine. Or legs cross, him forcefully kissing me back. This kissing isn't awkward not like I expected...I guess it's gone past awkward to somehow natural. The scene becomes very intimate and a little more awkward.
His hands raise up my back to my strap, he runs his hand against it and is about to un-clasp it when, queuing the 42 year old actor playing our soon to be patient to begin fitting in the sand cutting our intimate scene to an abrupt stop. Which I'm glad about.
Once the actor drops to the floor, we stop rushing to his side.

A few hours later
After finishing shooting our scenes today, we had back into the hotel. James hasn't really spoke about anything or this mornings situation. I sort of wish me and James could just go back to what we were.

Hotel room
I lie on the bed my eyes slowly drifting together, I watch James stood by the window occasionally smiling when he glances over at me. We haven't spoke since finishing our scene.
Maybe if I just sleep now, tomorrow is a different day, James may be less awkward.
'I want to take you for dinner, to apologise.' He walks closer to me, his voice echoing into my ears. I swiftly shoot my eyes open. Did I hear him right? I look at him, still confused what's happening.
'I want to take you for dinner.. Apologise..'
So I did hear him right, it's just how do I reply? Yes... But as friends.. Or no, he thinks I hate him.
'Ye, I mean you do own me.' I smirk sitting up on the bed.
He to laughs before opening the fridge and grabbing a can.
'I'll go get ready.' I stand up grabbing my makeup bag and my dress.
'Yes, I suppose clothes are necessary.' He jokes smirking at me. I walk past him pushing his shoulder. I head into the bathroom locking the door behind me.

James' POV
I adjust my tie, I've decided to go for the suit and tie look. I feel it's only right to take Camilla for a meal, I did interrupt her shower today. I feel bad for that and I know there has been tension between us recently, I don't want that to continue. I hear the bathroom door, I look up, to see Camilla in a tight silver figure hugging dress. She immediately smiles at me, I return it. She's stunning, I know I shouldn't think it but I do. Maybe going out for a meal is a bad idea...no I have to apologise.
'You look..'
'Fat?' Is she being serious?
'No. I was going to say lovely.' She beams a smile.

Meal
Camilla's POV
'Want some wine?' He shakes a bottle of wine at my face. I nod slightly, he fills my glass.
'So..'
'So..' We both awkwardly stare at each other.
'Ok, Camilla.. I'm sorry for joining, interrupting your shower. I..you..' We both stop and smirk at each other before laughing, I guess it's just hit me how funny this situation is. We're both friends we can come to terms with what happened like adults.
'James, what are you eating?' He glances down at the menu for a few sort moments before grinning.
'Spag bol' I smile.
'I'll have the same.'

20 minutes later
The waiter comes over bringing our food, it looks miraculous. James sniffs in the rising smell from the food.
I look at him and smile, he's..
'Enjoy your meal.' The waiter smiles and dashes from the table.
We sit tucking into our spaghetti, I place my fork down and look at James.
'What is it?' He smiles.
'I always feeling like lady and the tramp eating spaghetti.' I laugh.
'Well, they're dogs.. We're not.'
I think what he meant to say is they're in love and we're not. I drop my smile and continue drinking my wine.
Wine..
Wine..
Wine..

One too many drinks later
We walk up to the hotel room joking about what just happened, I don't remember what just happened but I'm laughing. I stop at the top of the stairs feeling a little light headed. James laughs falling up the top two. I help him to his feet and over to our door.
We both reach for the door handle our hands hitting. We freeze. I get swept into a whole world wind of emotions. I spin to face James. His bright blue eyes beaming down at me. My heart races. This is not professional at all... But saying that my mind is too unfocused to care.
We both lean in, James stopping to the vibration of his phone. He swiftly pulls it out of his pocket before reading it the stepping back.
'It's my girlfriend, I best..' He points to the direction of the stairs and leaves me standing in the hall way leaning against the door.
'Yes of course, your girlfriend...'