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Vale doesn’t reply to her twin about Nash. She darts her guilty eyes to Stacey, worried by her response.
“And,” Stacey coos, “he’s our trusted accountant, but heisdrop-your-wet-panties hot.”
See? I knew Stacey wouldn’t be angry. Especially as more drama unfolds surrounding who loves who, who’s fucking who, and who’s quietly watching it all.
Vivian.
Goddamn, I can’t stop staring at her sweet smile. Her twinkling blue eyes. Her hidden, hard nipples.
And I really shouldstopstaring because caring about a married woman is all kinds of wrong, right?
But fuck it.
It doesn’t feel right to watch Vivian leave without checking on her.
Once the drama subsides and Vale storms downstairs to tell Nash they’re officially busted and free, I follow Vivian to her studio.
“Knock, knock.”
I tap on the doorframe, and she whips around, startled but always smiling. “Hey.”
“Hey, and congratulations. You survived the shop’s latest sex opera.”
She huffs, amused by my bad joke. “I kinda like it. You can feel how much everyone here really loves each other.”
“Yeah.” I laugh. “Clearly, some more than others.”
Do I adore my friend, Vale? Yes. We’re close. She’ll make a great queen for us. But Vale loves Nash, and I’m starting to understand the feeling.
Must be like this one bursting in my chest whenever I’m near Vivian. My heart’s like the noon sun, bright and intense and fucking burning for her.
And it’s equally hard to hide.
But I do.
“I, uh…” Shuffle my feet. Clear my throat. Look like an idiot. “I’ve got a favor to ask.”
Vivian tilts her head, swishing her golden ponytail. “Sure. Whatdaya got?”
“A Nikon F3 I found at an estate sale.”
Her dainty jaw drops. “An F3? The best camera ever made? Jace, they’re so rare.”
“So I’ve read. And this one still works, but I don’t know how to use it. I even have some vintage film from a friend stored in my refrigerator. I mean… the film, not my friend. He’s not in my refrigerator.”Fuck, Jace. You’re a smitten dumbass.“Anyway. I know the film is sacred, and I don’t want to waste it. I really want to shoot with it and the camera, but I don’t know how.”
Joy floods her baby-blue eyes, beckoning me…
Goddamn, woman, I want to plunge so deep inside you until I can lick up our little ocean and do it again.
“I’d be happy to teach you.”
“Really?” I shake off my horny haze. “I’ll pay you back with film or money or?—”
“Jace.” She smiles at my name, “I don’t want anything in return but to see you happy.”Oh, I am. Staring at you.“Let me shoot your smile while you learn to shoot, and we’re even.” She pauses sweetly. So fucking sweetly. “What’s something you’re interested in?”
You.
And watching your tongue lick your favorite Earl Grey crème brûlée ice cream from a waffle cone, wishing the cone was my hard, creaming dick.
