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shoulder.
"Looks like I did. How was your day?" she asks, giving me a heart-stopping smile.
"Quite nice actually. Met this completely amazing woman who is confined to the friend zone." I winked at her. "We had coffee, she showed me a picture that blew my mind, and then I left her without knowing if I was going to see her again."
She laughed which made me follow. "I mean what did you do after we left the coffee shop?"
"Everything else failed in comparison to my morning, but the night is surely shaping up to be pretty good."
"Only pretty good?" I’m probably going to hell trying to get to know this committed woman, but the flirty girl is fishing for compliments, and I am just all too happy to oblige.
"May I?" I ask as I reach out for her camera and give her a smile. She relinquishes the device as I hold it up to my eye looking through the lens at her. "It could only get better if you let me take a picture of you." I see her expression change from light and flirty to no doubt scared and looking nervous. I pull away from the lens as I see her rolling the end of her braid between her fingers. "Hey, it's ok. I don't need to take your picture. You just seem like the one who's always behind the camera instead of in front of it."
"It's just people don't take pictures of me. It makes me feel vulnerable to some degree, I guess."
I place the camera back in her hands before I speak again. "Look, I don't want you to feel uncomfortable around me. Let's just walk."
When we walk a few minutes without speaking, she looks to me and realizes I'm not going to push her to do something she doesn't want to do. A shy smile appears across her face before she speaks. "Just one, and then we never speak of it again. Deal?"
"Hmm." Trying to weigh the pros and cons of my decision while my fingers are rubbing my chin in contemplation. "Do I get to keep said picture?"
"Well, I'm surely not going to bring it home. We’ll print it out at the store after we leave."
"As long as I get the picture, I'll snap one and never say anything about it again." I would do anything for a personal image of Lillian like this. The fun, flirty, beautiful woman could probably ask me to run away with her and I'd probably do it. Damn the consequences.
"Fine. Do your worst Mr. Knight."
"I'm nowhere near as good as you, but I'll try my best Miss Anderson."
If I only have one shot at this, it's going to be a keeper for sure. I walk up to her and run my hand down her braid before catching the tie and tugging it free. Her eyes are closed, but I could tell she shifted slightly toward my hand. I run my fingers through the softest, smoothest hair until the caramel highlights are glinting at me as the sun's ray hit them before slipping past the horizon. I thought I heard a small moan, so I just stared at her.
When she opens her eyes, I shake my head and try to put myself in check. "Lean your back against the railing." I command and she does as instructed. Her hands naturally come to sit stop the wooden railing and slowly make their way away from her body. It's magnificent to watch her body move and glow with the sunset in the background. I'm captivated by her kissable lips to the curve of her breasts against her shirt down to her tanned legs that cross at her ankles.
"Look that way," I direct as I point to the right. It's perfect. Her hair is free flowing and wild as the breeze ripples the water behind her. I focus on her through the lens and walk in a semi circle around her to get the right light from the setting sun.
I small smile plays on her lips and that is the exact moment I capture. This amazing still mysterious woman has me utterly enthralled and begging to know more.
"Okay. I heard it. That was you're one and only shot. Got it?" She says as she jumps up from her pose to grab the camera out of my hands before I can take another picture.
"I agreed, and I am nothing but a man of my word."
"Mr. Knight?" What? I blink a few times to realize I'm not in Florida on a
"Looks like I did. How was your day?" she asks, giving me a heart-stopping smile.
"Quite nice actually. Met this completely amazing woman who is confined to the friend zone." I winked at her. "We had coffee, she showed me a picture that blew my mind, and then I left her without knowing if I was going to see her again."
She laughed which made me follow. "I mean what did you do after we left the coffee shop?"
"Everything else failed in comparison to my morning, but the night is surely shaping up to be pretty good."
"Only pretty good?" I’m probably going to hell trying to get to know this committed woman, but the flirty girl is fishing for compliments, and I am just all too happy to oblige.
"May I?" I ask as I reach out for her camera and give her a smile. She relinquishes the device as I hold it up to my eye looking through the lens at her. "It could only get better if you let me take a picture of you." I see her expression change from light and flirty to no doubt scared and looking nervous. I pull away from the lens as I see her rolling the end of her braid between her fingers. "Hey, it's ok. I don't need to take your picture. You just seem like the one who's always behind the camera instead of in front of it."
"It's just people don't take pictures of me. It makes me feel vulnerable to some degree, I guess."
I place the camera back in her hands before I speak again. "Look, I don't want you to feel uncomfortable around me. Let's just walk."
When we walk a few minutes without speaking, she looks to me and realizes I'm not going to push her to do something she doesn't want to do. A shy smile appears across her face before she speaks. "Just one, and then we never speak of it again. Deal?"
"Hmm." Trying to weigh the pros and cons of my decision while my fingers are rubbing my chin in contemplation. "Do I get to keep said picture?"
"Well, I'm surely not going to bring it home. We’ll print it out at the store after we leave."
"As long as I get the picture, I'll snap one and never say anything about it again." I would do anything for a personal image of Lillian like this. The fun, flirty, beautiful woman could probably ask me to run away with her and I'd probably do it. Damn the consequences.
"Fine. Do your worst Mr. Knight."
"I'm nowhere near as good as you, but I'll try my best Miss Anderson."
If I only have one shot at this, it's going to be a keeper for sure. I walk up to her and run my hand down her braid before catching the tie and tugging it free. Her eyes are closed, but I could tell she shifted slightly toward my hand. I run my fingers through the softest, smoothest hair until the caramel highlights are glinting at me as the sun's ray hit them before slipping past the horizon. I thought I heard a small moan, so I just stared at her.
When she opens her eyes, I shake my head and try to put myself in check. "Lean your back against the railing." I command and she does as instructed. Her hands naturally come to sit stop the wooden railing and slowly make their way away from her body. It's magnificent to watch her body move and glow with the sunset in the background. I'm captivated by her kissable lips to the curve of her breasts against her shirt down to her tanned legs that cross at her ankles.
"Look that way," I direct as I point to the right. It's perfect. Her hair is free flowing and wild as the breeze ripples the water behind her. I focus on her through the lens and walk in a semi circle around her to get the right light from the setting sun.
I small smile plays on her lips and that is the exact moment I capture. This amazing still mysterious woman has me utterly enthralled and begging to know more.
"Okay. I heard it. That was you're one and only shot. Got it?" She says as she jumps up from her pose to grab the camera out of my hands before I can take another picture.
"I agreed, and I am nothing but a man of my word."
"Mr. Knight?" What? I blink a few times to realize I'm not in Florida on a
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