Chapter 07 PETER
My knee cracks as I kneel in position, looking up at Dylan, who is the epitome of youthful beauty.
Fuck. My. Life.
His gorgeous blue eyes look down on me, and his lips are curled into a sweet smile.
This is bad. Very bad.
My heart pounds as I look up at him. The waterfall lulls me into a state of lust, and my breathing accelerates.
Angela was dead wrong. This doesn’t make me feel better at all. All I want in the world is to tell Dylan how gorgeous he looks sitting on this boulder, but I know I’d make a fool of myself. He’s used to guys like Garry.
Or was it George?
Anyway, he’s used to hot young studs with blonde hair and muscles.
“Okay, this is great, guys. Dylan, keep doing what you're doing. Peter, can you cheat your head to me a little bit? I’m just going to set the reflector up so I catch some light for your faces.”
“Are you getting wet?“
Dylan asks. “Your knee is on the shore, right?”
I look down and realize it’s definitely wet, and my pant leg is definitely going to be soaked. “I guess I’ll be kneeling for the rest of the shoot or strategically placed behind these giant rocks to hide my wet knee.”
Dylan chuckles and cocks his head to the side. “Do you mind if I ask why you’re doing this? I’m getting some free headshots. Are you? Thinking about making an appearance onstage?“
he asks with a waggle of his brows.
“Oh, God, no. I’d be a terrible actor. My best friend, Angela, convinced me to sign up.”
“Does Angela know Saide?”
“No, she saw the posting for models on a bulletin board in her favorite cafe. It was mainly to cheer me up. She thinks I’ll feel… Well, it’s not important. It’s a boring story.”
Dylan looks over at Sadie, who is still setting up the shot. “We’ve got time.”
I sigh, scratching the back of my neck. “I was quite down after my recent breakup. I think Angela thought being a “hunky model,“
as she put it, would make me feel better.”
“I’m sorry about your breakup.”
Me too. “Thank you. It was kind of a shock, but what’s done is done.”
“Do you mind if I ask how long you guys were together?”
“Ten years.”
His eyes widen, and his mouth falls open. “I’m so sorry!”
I shake my head. Poor Dylan doesn’t need to be dragged into my dramatic breakup. “I appreciate that.”
Dylan looks out for a moment before turning back to me and saying, “Well, she’s right.”
My head falls to the side, confused. “I don’t think I follow.”
“Angela was right. You do look like a hunky model.”
If I weren’t already on the ground, I would have fallen over.
“Alright! This is perfect. You guys look awesome. Keep looking at each other just like that.”