Page 28 of Let Me Love You

“Gemma…” I say. My panties are soaked, and being this close to him is tempting enough.

“Nope, time for you to give the camera some action.”

I snort at her choice of words but don’t argue, even though I never post pictures of myself online. I’d much rather be the one behind the camera.

But I humor her and pose next to him as she clicks away. Archer pulls me closer, grasping my waist with his strong hands as we stare at the camera.

“Wow, Ev. You’re a natural. Why aren’t you modeling your own clothes?”

All I can do is laugh.

Archer’s hand slides down, brushes across my ass, and slips into my back pocket. Goddamn, the man is such a tease. There’s no way he can’t feel the electricity between us right now.

Gemma continues snapping pictures, and when she lowers it, I move forward to grab it. “Welp, guess I need to get goin’. Time sure does fly!” A sly smile meets her lips as she hands me the camera.

I give her an evil look because it’s more than obvious what she’s doing.

She gives me a hug and whispers in my ear, “Your brother may be against it, but I’m all ’bout that happily ever after. Especially if it gives me a niece or nephew.”

Grinning, I squeeze her tighter and thank her again.

“Nice seein’ you, Archer. Don’t be a stranger,” she says with a wink.

“You too. I’m sure we’ll see each other again soon,” he responds.

When we’re alone, he looks at me. “Shall I go change?”

“Yeah, that’s a good idea. Don’t wanna lose the good natural lighting.”

When he walks back into the shop, I try to compose myself. I need to be professional, but Archer ignites something in me I haven’t felt before.

When he returns, I brush hair out of my face and grin. This time, he’s wearing dark wash jeans and a navy tee. Between his muscular arms and tats, the gossip mill is gonna lose their shit. Luckily, he’s growing more relaxed with each passing second.

Once these are posted, I’m going to get a ton of comments and messages asking about his relationship status, and my jealousy won’t be able to handle it. Of course we’re only roommates, but if anyone is getting a chance to be with him, it will be me. I’ll elbow a bitch to be first in line.

“We’re almost done here,” I tell him as I move around and click more photos.

“Whew, okay,” I breathe out. “I think we’re good. Wanna see?”

He nods and comes closer as I scroll through them.

“Wow, they look great. You got some good angles.”

“Really?” My voice goes up an octave because hearing his approval sends shivers down my spine.

“Yeah, photography is your thing.”

I shake my head. “Nah. I just learned how to do this because of the shop. Trial and error. Kinda figured it out and taught myself what works and doesn’t.”

I keep sifting through them until I find the ones Gemma took of us. Stealing a sideways glance, I see his mouth move into a small smirk.

I wish I could read his mind so I could learn everything about him and his life before coming here, but I’d still rather hear it from him.

After Archer has changed into his own clothes, he tries to hand me the hangers, but I shake my head. “Those are yours.”

“Everleigh,” he prompts.

“It’s my way of saying thank you. They looked amazing on you. Perfect for a date.”