We’re just as playful for the rest of the shoot. We’re only serious when we need to be, and when we don’t, we do everything we can to make the other break.
God, she’s so fucking fun.
“One more pose,” the photographer calls, “and you’ll be free of us.”
The other photographer explains our pose, and I can sense the same discomfort I’m feeling on Zhuri.
This pose is a hell of a lot more intimate than the others and was apparently requested by Rana directly after seeing our chemistry earlier in the shoot.
“I’m sure this won’t be awkward,” Zhuri laughs uneasily, turning around to face me.
“It’ll only be as awkward as we make it,” I breathe, trying to convince myself.
She takes a deep breath and steps closer to me. She’s barely an inch shorter than me in her heels, and it’s a lot fucking hotter than I expected it to be.
“Ready?” she asks, brown eyes sparkling in the bright lights.
She has such beautiful eyes.
“Yeah.”
I wrap one arm around her and rest it on her lower back, pulling her body right against mine. Zhuri rests her open palms against my chest, and I use my free hand to hold her leg up by resting it under her thigh.
Her bare thigh thanks to the high slit of her dress.
My hand is dangerously close to her ass.
I don’t care, though, because as soon as our eyes meet again, I’m mesmerized by her. I couldn’t look away even if I wanted to.
And I don’t want to.
Her mouth parts slightly, and I take note of the gloss on her lips. They look so enticing right now.
We hold our pose while they finish shooting, and whatever spell we were under is broken as soon as they tell us they have what they need.
“Perfect!” Rana calls out to us. “These are perfect.”
I huff a light laugh as I try to ease our tension. “There. That wasn’t awkward at all.”
Zhuri laughs harder. “Sure it wasn’t.”
I smile at her. “Well, seems like we’re free now. Wanna grab lunch with me?”
“Yeah,” she grins. “I’d like that, Cam.”
twenty-two
Zhuri
Willow—myfavoritecafe—onaSaturday at lunch time is a terrible idea.
Clearly, I was thinking with my stomach and not my head, or I would have picked somewhere less crowded for two extremely well-known hockey players.
The hostess walks us through the packed space, and all eyes are on Cameron and me as we follow her to a quiet table at the back.
Well, it’s quiet for now.
I doubt it will stay quiet for long.
