I awoke early the next morning to the bright summer sun shining on my face and I wondered if the events from the previous night had all been a dream, until I looked over and saw him lying there, sleeping peacefully...God he was beautiful.
I got out of bed and showered quickly, ran a comb through my damp hair and pulled it into a loose bun, dressed in sweat pants and a t-shirt and went into the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. I heard him get up and go into the bathroom. He came out about 30 minutes later, wet from his shower, a towel wrapped around his waste. He walked up behind me and wrapped his arms around me and pressed his freshly shaven face against mine, water droplets from his shoulder-length hair dripping onto my forehead.
"Good Morning," he said as his lips grazed my cheek and he released me from his embrace.
"Good Morning...Coffee?"
"That would be great."
As I poured him a cup, I repressed my urge to bring up the events from the previous night; I knew that we would have to talk about them eventually but not in the afterglow of the most perfect night of my life.
"You know you really should get dressed, the car will be here to take us to the set in 30 minutes," I said as I handed him his cup of coffee.
"You're right."
The ride to the set that morning was silent for the most part other than a little mindless chatter between Cristian and the driver about how nice the weather was and things of that nature. When we arrived at the set we parted ways as I went over to hair and makeup and he went to wardrobe. As I sat in the makeup chair, another of our co-stars, Oliver, came over and sat in the chair next to me, we exchanged pleasantries and had a little chat as we did every morning. Oliver played my husband in the movie, Christian my lover, little did I know at that time how true that scenario would play out in the coming years.
Oliver was very handsome as well, he was British and stood 6 feet tall, shoulder length chocolate brown hair, with mocha colored eyes, a neatly trimmed goatee, and he was in great shape. He was probably one of the nicest people I had ever met; he was just so caring and thoughtful all the time. It was common knowledge around the set that Oliver was quite smitten with me, but at the time I was head over heels for Cristian and to young and naïve to realize that he would never leave his family for me no matter how much he loved me.
Over the next few weeks my life followed pretty much the exact same pattern. Cristian and I would arrive on set at around 6 am, we would finish shooting around 7pm, sometimes later sometime earlier depending on the days shooting schedule. Cristian and I would return to my room, shower, order room service and end our evening by making love late into the night. I felt like my life was perfect. I was so in love and even though he never said it, I felt sure that Cristian would leave his girlfriend for me at the end of filming.
Our final day of shooting came all too soon. It was a crisp September day and Cristian was acting unusually cold to me that day. When filming wrapped, Cristian told me that he would see me at the wrap party that night and I returned to my room to get dressed.
