So while the feeling used to be hate, that’s not what it is now.
Now, it’s almost starting to feel like the start of something I never would have expected.
Something itcan’tbe.
I mentally curse myself for even daring to go there. Am I really so affection-starved that I’m wondering if I might be starting to feel something for Cameron?
It’s been years since I’ve been on a date and even longer since I’ve had sex.
That has to be all it is.
Or is it?
As soon as the photographers get us into our first position, I relax on a stone bench surrounded by fake snow, Cameron standing behind me. They tell him to rest his hand on my shoulder, mybareshoulder, and the moment we connect, electricity zaps through me.
He felt it, too.
I know he did because he pulled his hand away from me like it was on fire, and then he looked at me, dumbfounded.
“Sorry,” he mutters, seemingly resisting the urge to run his hands through his perfectly styled hair. “I, uh…”
“It’s fine,” I say quickly, just as confused as he is. “Let’s, uh, get into position.” I gesture my head toward the photographers. “They’re waiting on us.”
“Right.” Cameron runs his hands over his thighs before readjusting his suit jacket. “You ready?”
“Mhmm,” I hum with as much conviction as I can muster.
This all feels so weird right now.
With Cameron’s hand clamped on my shoulder, the shoot begins. For this part of the shoot, I stay seated on the bench, and Cam switches between standing and sitting next to me.
Rana watches over the photographers and apparently loves what she sees, talking about how she can see the chemistry between us.
We both turn visibly uncomfortable at the mention because if there is one thing wedon’tneed, it’s chemistry that isn’t on the ice.
We finish this part of the shoot and break to our dressing rooms to get ready for the next one.
Tiffany, one of the assistants, follows behind me, excitedly talking as we walk through the door, and I pull off my heels.
“The shoot is going so well, Zhuri!” she chimes. “You and Cameron are working really well together.”
“Yeah,” I reply. “It’s been fun so far.”
It’s not a lie; I’m having a lot of fun.
I’m also having a whole host of confusing thoughts that I try to shove from my mind.
Tiffany grabs my next gown from the hook and brings it over to me.
Green with a big tulle skirt. I certainly wouldn’t consider this one a favorite.
“Here you go!” I take the dress from her. “I like the first gown more, but this one is still pretty. I’m sure Cameron will like it.”
My head whips to meet hers. “Why would Cameron like it?”
“Did you not notice how he kept looking at you?” Her grin is playful and teasing.
“He was supposed to look at me,” I shrug. “That was part of the shoot.”
