Touch of the Camera Read Free

minute to look at us. Something told me his scanning gaze wasn’t assessing our poses. His eyes were almost haunting in a way, like he was thinking of one hundred ways to get Guy away from me. Oh, to see some man action, a good fight… Bad thoughts. Again.
    Shang looked into my eyes and I saw an invitation in them. He wanted me to know what he was thinking. The way he moved his eyes, the way his lips parted…Yeah, he wanted me. My nerves kicked into high gear again and my legs quivered. The sound of my heels clicking on the concrete echoed throughout the room. Shang looked up from his camera again, this time a hint of childish mischief in them.
    “Let’s take five,” he said, standing.
    Jacque came over to Guy as I got off his lap, Jacque praising how well he did. I held back a laugh. Guy wasn’t gay, but apparently that wasn’t going to stop Jacque—he was a typhoon and Guy was in his path.
    “Luna, come here.”
    I turned to Shang’s request. He was sitting on a stool near the lighting and as I walked over, stumbling in those ridiculous six-inch heels, Shang stood, allowing me to take his seat. Great. I didn’t think I could stand more than two minutes in those shoes.
    Shang crossed his arms over his chest. “Are you nervous?”
    I nodded. “Yeah. Is it that obvious?”
    “Not to the naked eye, but the camera sees everything.” His eyes turned serious. “I want you…to enjoy this. I want you to feel everything in your body.”
    His voice vibrated with intensity and I knew he wasn’t talking about the photo shoot anymore. The way he’d said ‘want’ told me everything. He was jealous of Guy.
    The sweat built on my forehead, my heels clicking on the floor. I bit my bottom lip while I tried to think of something to say. What do you say in times like these? I just laid my hand on my knee and waited for him to break the growing silence.
    He covered my hand, using his thumb to rub my leg. “Is it wrong for a photographer to say I don’t like you on Guy’s lap?”
    I shook my head slowly.
    “Is it wrong to say I want to touch you here?” He brushed a strand of hair back from my face. “Or here?” He trailed his finger down my jaw to my lips. “Or to touch you…” He leaned in, moving slowly.
    Jacque began clapping. “Time is money, people. Let’s get moving!”
    Shang and I exchanged glances. We both wanted that kiss. My lips tingled from the anticipation of what almost was.
    Shang held out his hand for me to step down from the chair. He kissed my knuckles before leading me back to the shoot. My heart was about to beat out of my chest. My skin tingled under his.
    I sat on Guy’s lap, my back to his chest. Glancing at Shang with hooded eyes, I couldn’t ignore his smile.
    As Shang picked up the camera and the snapping sounded again throughout the studio, I moved my body on Guy, almost like I was dry humping him. I was, in my head at least, showing Shang just how much I liked him—I was showing him exactly what I could, and very much wanted, to do to him. I parted my lips and he pulled away from the camera, almost as if he needed to see if it was really me or if his lens was playing tricks on him. Shang knelt in front of us and I could make out the muscles in his arms. The way they flexed as he held the camera made me want to run my hand over them. He was very fit, but then again, anyone that spent their days hiking for the sake of art did have the body to match.
    “That’s it,” Shang said.
    I leant back onto Guy’s shoulder.
    “That’s it,” Shang repeated, excited with our work. His voice was huskier, deeper than at first. I hoped I’d got to him.
    Shang moved around us, getting different angles and heights. He stopped a few times to look at the length of my legs then our eyes met. He smiled, an obvious blush staining his cheek. I knew I blushed as well.
    “Luna, not so high!” Jacque yelled from behind the equipment. I knew that meant my chin. I tilted it downwards a mere fraction,