читать дальшеAfter ten years in the business, August was used to them. Girls filtered through the studio in droves and he’d be lying if he said a handful hadn’t ended up in his bed.
This one was different, though. Emma came in with half dozen other girls all posing nude for some magazine or another but it was hard not to notice her. She was unusually quiet, a solemn little thing whose eyes held depth he’d never known in another person. And when she finally took her place under the lights, it was as if he was in a dream.
“Can I see?” Emma leaned over his shoulder long after the studio was empty, long after the art directors, makeup artists, and technicians had all gone home.
There was something strange and sadly familiar about her and he ached to relieve the intense loneliness radiating from her presence.
“The color needs to be touched up a bit and prepped for print…” he admitted meekly, his heart racing. He was unused to sharing unedited work with anyone aside from his colleagues, an act that suddenly felt all too intimate.
A small gasp escaped her mouth. “August, they’re beautiful.”
It was the way she said his name that made him turn his head slightly, leaning up to press his mouth fiercely against hers. And when she took her clothes off for him again, he was able to truly see her, without the aid of a camera lens.
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Once upon a time,
Eion Bailey,
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