In the shadow of the lighthouse, he confessed: the studio he’d pitched the script to was threatening to pull out. They wanted changes— tamer characters, a happy ending, “less fire.” Jax had refused, but it was his contract that kept the project afloat. If he backed down, xmociesforyou+hot collapsed with it.
Jax, teasing, claimed it was his idea. Lila only rolled her eyes—and didn’t let go of his hand when they kissed in the dark. In the end, the heat didn’t destroy them. It proved them.
The sun broiled the coastal town of Mariner’s Cove, where waves lapped the shore in lazy rhythm. For indie filmmaker Lila Cruz, the heat was as much a character in her new project as the two stars tangled in a love affair onscreen. Her movie—tentatively titled xmociesforyou+hot —was an ode to reckless passion, but the reality of shooting during a record-breaking heatwave was proving far more intense than the script’s steamiest scene. Lila adjusted her baseball cap and squinted at the production van, its engine sputtering in the parking lot of the old lighthouse they’d turned into a set. Her co-writer, Jax Morgan, leaned out of the passenger seat, tossing a half-smoked cigarette to the ground. “The van’s on strike,” he said, grinning. “Classic start to your ‘visionary masterpiece.’” xmociesforyou+hot
For a moment, the heat seemed to recede. Jax and Lila had spent years dodging each other—after a fling during their thesis projects, they’d agreed to keep their relationship strictly professional. But the air between them still crackled, even as he bickered with the crew about the missing gaffer.
“Then don’t let them,” she said simply. “We’ll make it ourselves. Kickstarter. Crowdfund it. Hell, I’ll sell my camera gear.” In the shadow of the lighthouse, he confessed:
Let me go with a romance set in a film festival. The protagonist could be a director or an actor dealing with the pressure of a hot (literally and metaphorically) project. Maybe there's a subplot involving a romantic tension that heats up.
But as the crew packed up, Jax lingered. “We need to talk,” he said, his voice low, urgent. Jax, teasing, claimed it was his idea
The lighthouse doors creaked open as their lead actor, Devon Hayes, emerged, wiping sweat from his brow. “The lighting crew’s equipment just fried,” he warned. “This place is hotter than a popcorn machine.”