Chapter Three: Showers and wine

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~~Imagine the the bathroom in the picture is black~~

"Will this work?" Johnny asks from the doorway of the kitchen. Fable snaps out of her mindless zoning out, turning to look at him. She lets out a squeak before hastily looking away.

"That was adorable." Johnny laughs as he enters the kitchen, slowly doing up the buttons on his shirt. Fable can feel her cheeks burning as he approaches.

"Sorry. I... I didn't mean... I'm sorry." Fable mutters as she locks eyes on her empty glass of wine.

'I shouldn't have drank that.' She thinks as Johnny slides his hand into hers. He slowly spins her to face him, half his shirt still undone.

'How does he not realize how hot he is?' She thinks in a panic, her eyes locked on his bare chest. Her cheeks are easily as dark as her hair now.

"Will this shirt work?" Johnny asks, doing up a few more buttons. However, he makes a point of leaving three buttons undone.

"Ah, yeah." She manages as she struggles to look away from his chest. Her heart races in her chest as a wave of pure sexual panic runs through her body.

'How is he so hot?' She thinks as he takes her hand again.

"Good, come on." Johnny grins, leading her through his massive house. He makes a point of holding her hand the entire time. He leads her to a sliding glass door before grabbing a camera off of a stand beside the door.

"I'm sure it's not as good as yours, but I thought it might be better than your phone," Johnny says as Fable hesitantly takes the DSLR camera.

"It definitely will," Fable says, quickly getting to work on the different settings to set the camera up for the shoot. As she does, Johnny fiddles with a remote.

"Oh." Fable gasps when she looks up again. Johnny's deck is covered in different fairy lights, giving it an almost magical feel. Moreover, the rain has slowed to a soft drizzle; though the clouds still block out the rising moon. This means his yard is dark and his deck is lit and wet.

"Wow," Fable mutters as Johnny slides open the door.

"You can stay here where it's dry. Just yell your instructions to me. I'll do my best, but this is new to me, so go easy on me." Johnny chuckles, getting out onto the deck.

"Shit." He gasps as the cold rain hits his warm skin. However, he is grinning brightly. Fable hastily raises the camera, quickly getting lost in the high of a photo shoot. After a few shots, Fable goes quiet, simply enjoying watching him work.

"What am I doing, beautiful?" He asks with a grin. Fable's heart skips a beat as a drop of rain falls from his pale bottom lip. Without a second thought, she snaps a photo.

"I think I got what I needed. Now get in here before you get sick." She laughs, lowering the camera. Johnny doesn't argue as he rushes back inside the house.

"Now it's your turn." He says with an evil grin, taking the camera.

"What, no. I'm a terrible model." Fable gasps, letting out a yip when Johnny pushes her outside. Before she can protest, he shuts the door.

"Fuck, it's freezing out here." She squeals as she practically dances in the rain. Johnny laughs from inside, happily taking as many pictures as he can. She can barely hear his laughter through the rain splattering on the wooden deck. It's starting to pick up again. He doesn't give any instructions but after a few minutes, he lowers the camera. Fable hastily rushes in as Johnny opens the door again.

"Happy now?" She asks through her shivers, giving him a slight glare.

"No, not until my guest is warm again. Come on." Johnny chuckles, setting the camera where he got it from. Without hesitation, he takes her hand and leads her upstairs. Though Fable follows, she is obviously nervous. Soon they reach the master bedroom.

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