I lean in closer, and my breath ghosts the shell of her ear. “What kind of co-captain would I be if I were openly flirting with my other co-captain?”
Her breathing falters, and her body stiffens. “You’re playing with fire, Cameron.”
I back off now and chuckle. “Maybe I like the burn.”
I wink at her, and she tries hard to fight off her smile.
I’m lighter now than I’ve felt in… well, ever.
Can I exist outside of the darkness of my mind?
Zhuri assured me that I can, and I think she may have been right.
I feel it more when I’m beside her. Happy and free, two emotions that I would never have used to describe myself.
The darkness is still there, but I can see the light at the end of the tunnel, showing me there’s hope for me after all.
The photographers call us over and talk about the plans for the last part of the shoot.
This one won’t be like the others. We’re going to be closer together this time, posing in different ways while physically touching.
My hand on her shoulder sent fire blazing through me. I’m sure both of my hands all over her will have me go up in flames.
Zhuri and I walk to the set, surrounding ourselves in copious amounts of fake snow. The assistants bring over a giant fan this time, so I imagine we’re going for a blizzard effect here.
“Okay,” one of the photographers calls, grabbing our attention. “You’ll need to act like you like each other for this final part. Look natural.”
Act like I like her?
I won’t need to act because Idolike her, possibly even starting to in a way Ireallyshouldn’t.
Our first pose features Zhuri with her back to my chest, literally pressed against me. My hands are on her hips, pulling her closer, while she has one hand resting at her side and the other cupping the side of my face.
Looking natural is easy when this feels as natural as breathing.
While the photographers adjust the lighting and the assistant starts the fan, Zhuri whispers to me teasingly. “Don’t get handsy with me, Cammy.”
I tease my thumb over her hip. “Wouldn’t dream of it, Zhuri baby.”
That’s a lie because I’m all but certain Iwillbe dreaming of it tonight.
Probably also going to think about it when I take the world’s longest shower later to jack myself off.
Zhuri repositions herself and ends up rubbing her ass right over my dick.
I grit my teeth. “Careful,ljepota.”
“Sorry. I wasn’t trying to do that.”
I believe her… until she does it again.
“Zhuri Hart,” I hiss in her ear. “Watch yourself.”
“You don’t like that?” she smirks.
“No, I don’t like you literally teasing me during a photoshoot. I doubt the photographers would like it very much if they had to Photoshop my dick out of the pictures later.”
Zhuri doubles over in laughter, and I can’t help but laugh with her. The photographers give us strange looks, but we shake it off.
