“Kitten,” I force out. “Tell me that wasn’t in my imagination.”
She smiles against me. “It wasn’t.”
“And tell me we can do it again as soon as we’re done here.”
Her shy laugh under my fingers is the best thing I’ve ever heard.
ChapterTwenty-Six
Gabrielle
Well, then.
Feeling the flush of heat across my cheeks as Nate stalks towards the set, I glance around to see if anyone witnessed our little display.
That was… unexpected.
Nate’s mouth moving over mine, tasting of warm, slightly charred marshmallows. My tongue darts out as if I can trace the taste of him on my lips.
I expected the shoot to be silent, but the music keeps pumping, Nate bouncing up and down on his toes before he’s directed to different places, stretching and moving his body in line with Juan’s demands.
Andholy freaking shitballs, is he good at it.
Pretty sure I have a touch of dribble. More than a touch, if I’m being honest.
Marcus pelts past me every few minutes, only stopping to hand me another steaming coffee.
“He’s fantastic, isn’t he?”
When I nod, he gives me a once-over, and I brace myself.
“You look good together.”
With a quick smile, he’s off, dashing towards the set and Juan.
I sit quietly for around an hour, watching Juan become more and more agitated as he paces around Nate.
“Ach!” he bellows eventually, throwing his arms up. “Nathaniel!”
“Yeah?” Nate frowns, stepping down from the wooden frame that he’s been resting his arms against. “Something wrong?”
Juan shakes his head. “Not wrong, but… this shoot couldreallyuse another person.”
I freeze when he looks at me.
Nate starts to shake his head, but Juan bounds over to me anyway.
“Gabrielle,” he implores. He gently takes my hand, clasping it between his as he stares at me earnestly.
“Just a few quick photos? Teeny, tiny, little photos? And if you’re not happy, of course we don’t have to use them.”
Nate follows him, his hand landing on my shoulder as he squeezes softly.
“Juan,” he warns. “Leave her alone. She’s here to watch, not to be bullied by you.”
Leaning back, I look up at him. “Would it help?”
Juan practically vibrates with excitement as Nate’s eyes widen. “Give us a minute, Juan,” he says, not moving his eyes from mine.
