Behind the scenes

1.

Today it's been even worse...
He did it again...

She sat at her vanity table, all alone in her trailer, drying her wet, light brown hair, preparing herself for the bonfire outside...

The crew was throwing a party, since they were almost done filming the scenes, and she had to go, since she was the main character in the show.

And though she really wasn't in the mood, she knew she had to. She had to go. She had to keep the appearences. She had to pretend, though on the inside, she felt so tired...so fed up, with that bastard's masked advances...

She knew that he was her co-star and that they had to try to get along...but still...

Click!

The sound of the door being closed and locked suddenly drew her attention, and she looked trough the mirror, sighing in relief, once she saw J, her other co-star, the one that was having a role as her older brother in the TV show they were filming.

Thank god it's not that bastard again...

She turned around, taking in his appearance, noticing the way his dirty blonde hair was now heavily ruffled, looking like he had ran his hands trough it a million times, and the way his light blue shirt was slightly unbuttoned at the top, with its sleeves rolled up his veinly forearms, half untucked from his jeans, all crinkled up.

"J, what are doing here?"

She asked, giving him a light smile, however, didn't failed to notice the way his honey brown eyes were now shamelessly roaming all over her body, coming even closer, making her feel a little uncomfortable.

What's wrong with him?
He had never done this before...

Realising he didn't answer her question, she got up from her seat, and tried again,

"Hey, are you ok?"

Hearing her words, he stopped, just a few feet away, and sighed, lowering his gaze,

"No, B. I'm not ok."

"What is it? Did you had another fight with C?"

She then asked, fixing her gaze on his perfectly carved masculine features, with a hint of concern, though on the inside, she always felt a little bitter every time she said her name...even if she knew that C was his wife, and that he will never be hers.

"No. This is not about C."

He lightly shook his head, still keeping his gaze down.

"Then what is it about?"

She innocently asked, trying to at least be his friend, like always.

But what he said next, made her heart stop for a second, and her knees almost give up on her.

"It's about you, B.
It's always been about you, B."

He stated in a husky voice, quickly walking even closer, and in the next moment, his hands were placed on her small hips, his sweet, spicy cologne invading her senses, his lust-filled eyes trained on her plump lips,
"Your smile, your scent,"
he leaned even closer, burrying his face in her long hair for a moment, deeply inhaling her floral scent,
"your beautiful eyes,"
he pulled back, looking straight into her forest green eyes,
"your skin, your fucking sexy body..."
his hands went on her lightly tanned shoulders, then slowly caressed her bare arms, his hot breath fanning on her face, sensing the faint scent of bourbon coming from his slightly parted perfect lips, making her head spin.

He wanted her...Badly...
And only now he finally had the guts to say it.

"J, please. You're drunk."