Page 6 of Dirty Shots

“So,” she said, pulling her hair from the back of her t-shirt, allowing it to fall in a soft halo around her face. “When do you want me back?”

His heart sang. She wanted to come back! “Same time tomorrow?”

She frowned slightly, thinking. “I have to be somewhere until three. Is four okay?”

Eric smiled. “Perfect.”

He saw her out and closed the door gently behind her. The room seemed empty without her presence, bereft somehow.

What would she be doing all afternoon? He knew nothing about her—if she even had a boyfriend. But it was none of his business. She was here to be photographed, that was all.

Eric attached his camera to his laptop and went through the images. They were as beautiful as he’d hoped. Both the camera and the light seemed to love her. He could hardly wait to apply some filters to the pictures, to put some into monochrome and play with the light.

Already, he could see the potential promise of perfection.

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