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Ibarelymadeitinto the apartment, if you can even call it that, before Brett was on me. Pulling off clothes, tangling tongues, grabbing for anything to hold on to. By the time we were both satiated and finished exploring one another, the sun had already dipped below the trees and the soft remaining glow danced along the water out his window.
"This really is such a great place. Have you lived in it long?" I inquire, my curiosity getting the best of me as I lay exposed in his sheets. He emerges from whatever sembelance of a kitchen he has tucked in the far corner.
"I originally rented it for a studio space. I never planned to live here but the view was better than any apartment I could find so I moved in. Now I only live here and never get to use it for photography. Life works in fucked up ways like that."
"Could Ovis not set up in here?"
He lets out a chuckle as his knee hits the mattress, his hands decked out with something that looks like champagne.
"Ovis was never the endgame for me. I have planned to transition into family photography, specifically infants. I know, it's a farcry from what I am doing now but it's the passion in the pit of my heart, I guess."
I am shocked by his revelation. I can't imagine his grumpy demeanor working on babies.
"You know babies don't take well to yelling or tough love right?"
"It's funny that you assume this is how I have always been. Ovis hardened me. Taking on a newbie photographer was a lot of pressure on both them and me. I became the person on set that I needed to be in order to keep my job. And even now, it's just stuck. When people call you something enough, you become what they see even if it's not your truth."
He has been dealing with people making assumptions about him and all along I was no better than they were.
"So do it! We wrapped on this spread, are you contracted to do more?" My excitement is oozing out of me as I sip the drink he brought me. It is bitter and sweet like apples, bubbling against my lips and making my whole mouth tingle.
"It's like you said, no one wants my grumpy ass around their babies. This reputation I have built is now the primary thing keeping me from my dream. How fucked is that? I can't have it because I was trying to keep my job." He takes a sip too, his head shaking with his realization that his dream is further out of reach than he thought.
"I shouldn't have said that," I whisper, my fingers trailing along his arm. He takes my hand, laving his tongue along each tip, sending instant tingles to my already sore core.
"I can forgive you…for a price," he taunts, nipping my finger and making me buck and almost spill my sparkling cider.
"Name your price," I play, moving on top of him, my warm thighs spread around his thick abdomen. I can feel him already hardening against me and it's clear to see what his price might involve. I will happily pay it over and over again.
His hands run down my stomach, my breasts on full display but hard to see with the shadows creeping in from the disappearing sun.
"Dance with me," he asks with a whisper, his palm flat against my bare skin and I swear I can feel his pulse pounding through me.
"A dance? What are we in middle school? There's not even any music," I explain. Dancing is one thing. But dancing when you're naked and surrounded by windows is a whole level of confidence I haven't unlocked yet.
He peels his chest from my side, stretching his hand to the floor. With his mattress resting on the floor, he doesn't have far to reach. He furnishes a remote, pushes a button, and soft guitar rifts echo in the space. I can't figure out where the music is coming from, no visible stereo or speakers anywhere.
It's a slow song, like he had a the premonition to set this up knowing this would happen. The deep, gravely voice sounds familiar but my brain can't assign it a face yet.
The music picks up slightly, violins joining the guitar. Within a minute, we are both standing on his mattress. I wrapped the sheet around myself attempting some modesty for the banks of windows.
He twines our fingers together and with every push and pull of his arms, we start moving together, our bodies only touching at our hands. I have to pin my arms as much as possible to keep the sheet from falling down.
The song builds in tempo while getting softer in lyrics and when it hits the creschendo, BK starts jumping and moving our arms faster. As we continue to move, I worry less about the sheet keeping my body covered and let myself feel this moment unsheilded. I have never seen him this playful and carefree, it's like the shoot ending today allowed him to release every burden from his back and the weight from his shoulders.
Love me. Love me. Give me lovebelts around the warehouse room and I finally place the singer as Ed Sheeran. He pulls our hands apart to clap along to the end of the song before pulling me against his chest as the music ends. His hand splayed along my jawline, his tongue dampening his lips, getting ready to take me again.
"Oh my goodness, I should have knocked," a female voice comes across the room. His first reaction is grabbing the sheet now puddled at my feet and wrapping it around my body. And his second reaction is "Ella, what the fuck!"
Ella. Wait, his little sister? This could not get any worse.
Myfuckingbabysisterjust walked in on me dancing like a fool with a naked chick in my bed. On my bed. Whatever. A naked chick near me, that's devastating enough. Ella knows I'm not a prude but I didn't need her seeing me in action. Thank fucking hell I was wearing at least my boxers so she didn't see me in all my glory. That would have been cause for chaos.
All I could think of when I heard that voice was covering up Carter's body. Not in shame, obviously. But the thought of anyone else seeing her like that, even my little sister, had me more angry than I have any right to be.
"Why are you here smell…I mean Ella?"
Carter beelined it for the bathroom, if you can even call it that since it's behind a curtain without a real door. Thankfully, she was thinking more than I was and grabbed her clothes on the way.
