Come Away with Me
Page 44
He closes his eyes tightly, as though some great weight has been lifted and I take him all in. He’s wearing another button down shirt today, in black this time, and black jeans. He looks young and impossibly beautiful.
And I’m his girlfriend!
I stand and move to him, wrapping my arms around his waist. He puts his arms around me, linking his fingers at the small of my back and we just gaze at each other for a minute.
“Please don’t be mad at me,” I whisper.
“I’m not.”
“You were.”
“Yeah, I was.” He kisses my forehead. “Don’t you have any real clothes in here?”
“Yeah, it got hot in here, so I took them off.”
He narrows his eyes again and they go cold. Shit.
“Don’t freak out on me, it happens no matter who I’m photographing. I don’t have A/C in here.”
“Why not?”
“Well, honestly, because a sweaty body is sexy on film.”
“Oh.” He furrows his brow.
“Hey, stop it. You have nothing to be jealous over, honey.” I run my hands down his face, loving the roughness of his stubble against my palms.
“I love it when you call me that.” He leans into my touch and closes his eyes.
“You do?”
“Yeah, you usually just call me by my name.”
“You’re a terms of endearment kind of guy, huh?” I stand on my toes and kiss his lips gently and his eyes warm up.
“Obviously, baby.”
“I love it when you call me baby.”
Now his eyes light up like it’s Christmas.
“Why?”
“No one ever has before,” I whisper.
He sighs and hugs me close. “I forget how inexperienced you are when it comes to relationships.”
“Yeah, so cut me some slack. There has to be a learning curve.” I pinch his tight butt and he laughs.
“Okay, okay. Just do me a favor.” He face is serious again.
“What?”
“No more single men. Please.”
I frown and want to argue with him.
“Please, Natalie. For me.”
“What if we have a chaperone?”
“Talk with me before you book another single man, and we’ll discuss it.
I don’t like feeling like this. I’m asking you to respect how I feel.”
Well, when he puts it like that.
“Okay, I’ll talk with you first.” It’s a concession, but I can’t help but think about what he said about love scenes and I know I’d go out of my mind with jealousy if I were in that position.
“Did you do any love scenes in your movies?” I ask and search his face.
“Why do you think there was a butt shot?” He grins down at me.
“I don’t ever want to see those movies, Luke.”
“Fine by me, baby.”
“So, I’m your girlfriend, huh?”
“Absolutely.” He kisses me deeply, and I grip onto his shoulders, pulling him down to me.
When he pulls back I can’t resist running my fingers through his hair.
“Okay, let’s go get lunch. Fighting with you makes me hungry.”
“You’re putting on some decent clothes first.”
***
I leave Luke with Jules in the kitchen and run upstairs to get dressed. I smirk at myself remembering the look of apprehension on Luke’s face when confronted with Jules, but she was cool as could be, and I’m relieved that her adolescent
behavior
where
he’s
concerned has subsided.
I throw on a pair of blue jeans that hug my ass, a green top and matching green heels. It may just be lunch, but I never get to wear my heels, and Luke’s tall enough that I could wear them all the time.
So I think I just might. He seems to like them.
I brush out my brown hair, leaving it loose so it frames my face, and apply some eyeliner and mascara.
I’m good to go.
I find Luke and Jules still in the kitchen, talking about all things cooking.
“I bake my bacon,” Luke is saying.
He’s standing with his back to me so he doesn’t see me enter the room. “That way there’s less mess on the stove top.”
“I don’t care how it’s cooked.” I wrap my arms around his middle and press my nose between his shoulder blades, breathing him in. He smells of clean fabric softener and body wash, and his shirt is soft against my face. “As long as it ends up in my mouth,” I mumble against him and I hear him chuckle.
He turns around to look at me and grins wide.
“You are gorgeous in green. It matches your eyes.” He runs his fingers down my face and I sigh.
“Thank you. Is this better than what I had on earlier?”
“Much. Do you have any more sessions today?”
“I have one tonight around eight.”
He frowns. “Why so late?”
“A lot of people work during the day, so I have to schedule evening sessions sometimes. It doesn’t happen often because I prefer using the natural daylight
rather
than
my
lighting
equipment,
but
sometimes
it’s
necessary.”
“Who is it?” He eyes me speculatively and I sigh.
“Just a girl who wants some pretty photos for her husband for their anniversary.”
“Oh, okay.”
And I’m his girlfriend!
I stand and move to him, wrapping my arms around his waist. He puts his arms around me, linking his fingers at the small of my back and we just gaze at each other for a minute.
“Please don’t be mad at me,” I whisper.
“I’m not.”
“You were.”
“Yeah, I was.” He kisses my forehead. “Don’t you have any real clothes in here?”
“Yeah, it got hot in here, so I took them off.”
He narrows his eyes again and they go cold. Shit.
“Don’t freak out on me, it happens no matter who I’m photographing. I don’t have A/C in here.”
“Why not?”
“Well, honestly, because a sweaty body is sexy on film.”
“Oh.” He furrows his brow.
“Hey, stop it. You have nothing to be jealous over, honey.” I run my hands down his face, loving the roughness of his stubble against my palms.
“I love it when you call me that.” He leans into my touch and closes his eyes.
“You do?”
“Yeah, you usually just call me by my name.”
“You’re a terms of endearment kind of guy, huh?” I stand on my toes and kiss his lips gently and his eyes warm up.
“Obviously, baby.”
“I love it when you call me baby.”
Now his eyes light up like it’s Christmas.
“Why?”
“No one ever has before,” I whisper.
He sighs and hugs me close. “I forget how inexperienced you are when it comes to relationships.”
“Yeah, so cut me some slack. There has to be a learning curve.” I pinch his tight butt and he laughs.
“Okay, okay. Just do me a favor.” He face is serious again.
“What?”
“No more single men. Please.”
I frown and want to argue with him.
“Please, Natalie. For me.”
“What if we have a chaperone?”
“Talk with me before you book another single man, and we’ll discuss it.
I don’t like feeling like this. I’m asking you to respect how I feel.”
Well, when he puts it like that.
“Okay, I’ll talk with you first.” It’s a concession, but I can’t help but think about what he said about love scenes and I know I’d go out of my mind with jealousy if I were in that position.
“Did you do any love scenes in your movies?” I ask and search his face.
“Why do you think there was a butt shot?” He grins down at me.
“I don’t ever want to see those movies, Luke.”
“Fine by me, baby.”
“So, I’m your girlfriend, huh?”
“Absolutely.” He kisses me deeply, and I grip onto his shoulders, pulling him down to me.
When he pulls back I can’t resist running my fingers through his hair.
“Okay, let’s go get lunch. Fighting with you makes me hungry.”
“You’re putting on some decent clothes first.”
***
I leave Luke with Jules in the kitchen and run upstairs to get dressed. I smirk at myself remembering the look of apprehension on Luke’s face when confronted with Jules, but she was cool as could be, and I’m relieved that her adolescent
behavior
where
he’s
concerned has subsided.
I throw on a pair of blue jeans that hug my ass, a green top and matching green heels. It may just be lunch, but I never get to wear my heels, and Luke’s tall enough that I could wear them all the time.
So I think I just might. He seems to like them.
I brush out my brown hair, leaving it loose so it frames my face, and apply some eyeliner and mascara.
I’m good to go.
I find Luke and Jules still in the kitchen, talking about all things cooking.
“I bake my bacon,” Luke is saying.
He’s standing with his back to me so he doesn’t see me enter the room. “That way there’s less mess on the stove top.”
“I don’t care how it’s cooked.” I wrap my arms around his middle and press my nose between his shoulder blades, breathing him in. He smells of clean fabric softener and body wash, and his shirt is soft against my face. “As long as it ends up in my mouth,” I mumble against him and I hear him chuckle.
He turns around to look at me and grins wide.
“You are gorgeous in green. It matches your eyes.” He runs his fingers down my face and I sigh.
“Thank you. Is this better than what I had on earlier?”
“Much. Do you have any more sessions today?”
“I have one tonight around eight.”
He frowns. “Why so late?”
“A lot of people work during the day, so I have to schedule evening sessions sometimes. It doesn’t happen often because I prefer using the natural daylight
rather
than
my
lighting
equipment,
but
sometimes
it’s
necessary.”
“Who is it?” He eyes me speculatively and I sigh.
“Just a girl who wants some pretty photos for her husband for their anniversary.”
“Oh, okay.”
