Click. Click. Click.
Ashley hums, clearly pleased. “Yes. That. Keep that energy.”
Click.
“Perfect,” Ashley says. “That’s it. That’s the shot.”
Whit drops her hand as Ashley lowers the camera and starts reviewing the final images.
“Okay, that’s a wrap on the paired shots,” Ashley calls. “You two can relax.”
I step back, and the assistant hands me my vest. I drag it back over my body even though it’s doing nothing in this weather. Then I take my robe and put that on.
Whit’s hand lands on my shoulder. “You survived, Evans,” she says, walking past me.
“Barely.”
“Whit, Zach.” Ashley waves us over toward a monitor set up near the equipment table. “Do you want to come and have a look at these? I think you're going to like them.”
“Come on, QB. Let’s see if your eyes are as piercing on screen as they are in real life.”
We step up beside Ashley as she flips through the shots, tapping the screen to zoom in and swipe between them.
I lean in slightly, scanning over the images.
And immediately — “Okay,” I say. “That one’s questionable.”
Whit tilts her head. “Which—oh.”
Ashley freezes on the frame.
It’s a shot of us laughing, her hand pressed against my chest while my head tilts down at just the wrong angle, making it look like I’m checking out her ass.
Whit lets out a short breath that’s definitely not a full laugh. “Wow.”
“I wasn’t—” I stop myself. “I don’t remember—”
Ashley grins like she’s just been handed gold. “This is exactly why I had you angle your chin that way. I wanted it to look like you were completely locked in on her.”
“That’s one way to describe it,” I mutter.
Ashley swipes to the next one.
It’s worse.
Whit’s laughing beside me as I stare at yet another image where I’m looking directly at Whit.
“This one is perfect.” Ashley says. “The tension, the eye line, the physicality. You two have incredible chemistry.”
Whit immediately elbows me in the ribs.
“Hear that, QB?” she says. “We've got chemistry. These campaigns could be lucrative.”
I huff out a laugh, shaking my head. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”
“Oh, I’m already ahead,” she says. “I’m thinking global campaign. Billboards. Maybe a fragrance.”
“A fragrance?”
