Even if it feels like she’s looking right at me, she’s really looking at my camera.
I give Bailey guidance while I snap away.Bend the right knee—no, the other knee.Part your lips slightly.Take a deep breath.
At leastmy brainis able to compartmentalize Bailey.As far as my dick is concerned, I could be directing my own porn.That appendage has sailed past unprofessional, though I’m doing my best not to let Bailey see the evidence of how she affects me.
After a few dozen clicks, tension creeps in—tightness around her eyes, a stiffness to her posture.
And then she frowns, a wrinkle of concern between her eyebrows as she looks at the camera.
“You’ll tell me if something doesn’t look right, won’t you?”
“Of course?—”
“And don’t just say I look great to make me feel better.I can handle honesty, Silas.”
I lower my camera, giving her a look.“Bailey.You look great.I’m not going to lie to you, so stop looking for problems that aren’t there.”
She rolls her eyes, but her shoulders also drop down a few inches.
There she is.The real Bailey under all that armor.
“What’s your favorite part of your body?”I ask, hoping to distract her.
She looks up, thinking, and then her eyes dart back to the lens.“My arms.Sometimes I look down and think, ‘those aren’t my arms.’They have muscle definition now, and I feel like that’s where I saw the most progress when I started going to the gym.”
She relaxes again, focusing on something other than me.We change poses to lying on her stomach, propped up on her elbows.My mouth goes dry when I get a view directly down her cleavage.Behind her, her feet are kicked up and out of focus, the back seam of her thigh highs barely visible but still taunting me.“What about you?”she asks.
“Your ass,” I say without thinking.It’s only when Bailey’s mouth falls open, her eyes widening, that I realize what I’ve said.
“That’s—” She’s laughing, but she also chucks a pillow at me, because Bailey can never just accept a compliment—even an accidental one—without fighting back first.It thankfully misses my gear and hits the wall, landing with a soft thump on the floor.“I didn’t meanme.I meant you!”
My cheeks ignite, and my brain, which has already been overloaded with focus and arousal, now adds embarrassment to the mix.But I stay behind the camera—hiding, but also, Bailey’s laughter is so open and unguarded it’s transforming her whole face and lighting her up from the inside.
I snap a few pictures, close-ups of her face that I can already tell are going to be my favorites.
Especially when she calms down and looks right at me, giving me a warm smile that makes me feel...Well, I feel like she thinks I’m funny and charming and more.Just...more.
No,theseare my favorite shots.
Bailey grabs another pillow from the headboard and clutches it under her chin, her eyes meeting mine.“So?What’s your answer?”
I lower the camera and give her a look.“I’m pretty sure all guys are very thankful for one particular body part.”
Bailey rolls her eyes.“Okay, nowreally, Silas.”
“All right.Well.”I draw my lips to the side, contemplating.“I do like my arms, too.”
With a bounce, Bailey rises up on her knees at the edge of the bed.“Show me.”
I set the camera down on the dresser and begin to unbutton my shirt.It’s long sleeve, collared, and black because that’s what I’m used to wearing in the studio.
“What are you doing?”Bailey asks warily.
“No sleeve should interrupt the full effect of my arms.”
“Oh my god,” she moans, exasperated, rolling her head back on her neck, and I get a flash of her saying that again, but breathier and slower.
I shake it off and peel the shirt from my shoulders.“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” I tell her, stepping up to the edge of the bed in front of her.
