a girl in skinny jeans and a white bra top says. I follow her over, and it’s then that I notice three cameras surrounding the bed, lights flooding every crevice. I realize every part of me is going to be lit up, exposed. A ripple of terror shoots through me and I think I understand a little better why Scarlett doesn’t want to do these scenes. John and the director walk over. I’m suddenly breathless with worry—about what might happen or what might not happen. Does my breath smell bad? Do I have something in my teeth…? My pulse is pounding in my ears. “Ready for this?” John asks, flashing his beautiful smile. He takes one of my hands in his and searches my face. “Don’t worry. What we’re going to do isn’t about sex, it’s about looking like we’re having sex.” He winks. “There’s a big difference.” Nigel, the director, chimes in. “John is right. We’re going to roll cameras and get shots of the two of you kissing, touching.
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