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“How do you want me?” I ask, ignoring my thoughts for the time being.

She seems lost in thought, but manages to mumble, “Whichever position is most comfortable for you. We can always adjust if the pose isn’t right.”

Time stands still as I get lost in her hazel gaze, not realizing the absurd amount of photos she has taken in such a short amount of time.

“Great! I believe we got it.” She gives me a friendly smile before walking over to the computer.

“That’s because you are the best.” I join her at the computer to look at the photos she just took.

I hmm my approval as she scrolls through the photos. Most of them are identical because I was lost in my thoughts and didn’t move.

After viewing the last photo, she scrolls back to one of the first ones. “This one is my favorite.”

It just so happens to be my favorite as well.

“Mine too.” I admire her work. “And it was one of the first ones. You are extremely talented.”

My voice is quiet as we lean in towards each other, our faces inching closer.

Before anything can happen, I pull back and blurt out, “I should change.”

I instantly regret my decision to pull away.

Staci looks disappointed, which makes me want to turn around and kiss her, but I know I shouldn’t get romantically involved with her.

Not now.

Not ever.

Never.

I have the contract to uphold and can’t risk putting my job, or hers, in jeopardy.

As I am changing back into my casual workout clothes, I hear the front door bang open.

I can barely hear what is being said, but I catch Staci saying this person shouldn’t be near her.

This can’t be good.

Throwing on my shorts and slipping on my flip-flops, I make my way back to Staci, quickly observing the situation.

Staci looks scared for her life. Her unusually pale face is as alarming as her wide eyes.

My gaze moves to the man standing in the doorway. His dark hair is disheveled like he just rolled out of bed, his bloodshot gaze darts around the studio, and his hands are tight fists, held tight against his ripped jeans.

Who is he?

Why is he here?

And what did he do to Staci?

Staci’s voice is shaky, like she is holding back tears. “It’s over. It has been for a year now.”

This must be her ex. He looks like a grade A douche.

What did she ever see in him?

Because from the looks of things, she is way better off without him.

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