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I step into the lights, standing tall, and wait for her instructions.
“Uh…um.” She swallows. “Okay, straight on first, and then slow shifts to each side, hips staying in place.”
I’m a good fucking boy, doing exactly what she asked, my eyes locked on hers through the lens the entire time.
“Holy shit.” The lead editor of theAvix Inquirer, as she introduced herself earlier, steps up, staring at the sample screen to the left. Her eyes move from it to me and back. “These are just…yes.”
Payton’s eyes snap up over the lip of the camera, and I wink at her.
I don’t know what those images show, but I know what I was thinking about the entire time she was clicking that little button.
Me and her.
Her and me.
Every which way our bodies could move and how well she’d listen if it were me on the other side of this little situation. How bad I want to get her in front of a camera lens so she can see how I see her.
Literal, utter perfection.
A fucking mirage I want to capture and keep. Spoil. Fucking ravage.
A flush works its way up Payton’s neck, and I chew the inside of my cheek to keep from smiling. I’m standing here alone under bright-ass lights in nothing but a pair of navy football pants, undone in the front to show my black briefs.
I lift my left hand, run my thumb knuckle along my lips, and watch as her chest rises, the flash flickering over and over and over. My teeth sink into my lip next, and she drops her gaze to the floor, but only for a split second, and then she’s back, gripping her camera and tugging it from the tripod. She steps right once, twice, and my head follows, my body staying stationary, and I swear she shudders.
“Done,” she calls out suddenly, and then she spins on her heels, her steps carrying her across the room and through a small door in the back of it.
Chuckling to myself, I step down, moving over to my bag in the corner.
I pull my pants off and slip into a pair of track pants, and I no sooner get the shirt pulled over my head than a familiar voice reaches me.
“Hey, stranger.”
Fuck.
I turn to find Allana, a girl I met at one of the football parties when I first got to Avix. “Allana, hey, how are you?”
“Good.” She reaches up, her hands drowning in a baseball hoodie, and tucks her blond hair behind her ear. “I called you a couple of times. You know, after.”
I clear my throat, offering a soft smile. “Yeah, I’m sorry, but I’m…not single anymore.”
Allana nods, opening her mouth, but when my eyes slide away, tracking Payton as she steps back into the room, Allana looks back to me. “Yeah, of course. Well, I just wanted to say hi. See you around.”
I nod, glancing her way briefly. “Yeah, see you around.” I stuff my things in my bag, meeting Payton halfway.
She’s beaming, and the expression makes me laugh.
“Have fun?”
“That was so awesome! They said they love what they’re seeing. I mean, it’s only the sample sheets, and none are edited but?—”
“But I’m flawless and don’t need any edits.”
Payton’s lips smack closed, and then she laughs loudly, and when she loops her arm through mine, pride and something else thump behind my ribs. I take her bag and heave it over mine.
“Come on, Superstar.” She drags me along. “Let’s go get Deaton, and you can walk us back to our room.”
“That sounds like the best idea I’ve ever heard.”
