BROKEN (Herophine Fanfic)

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I'm going out of my damn mind.

There are a hundred pictures on my camera.

They're beautiful.

In focus.

Perfect exposure.

Excellent composition.

There are two dozen usable pictures.

Sure, there's something missing from Hero and Mabel's interaction.

They aren't quite selling tear your clothes off passion.

But I can make this work.

Grab that shot of Hero's boxers poking out from his jeans.

Or her red nails on his back.

Or...

I'm going to throw up.

I can barely think about these images.

I can't edit them for hours.

I'm not there yet. Not over Hero enough. Not professional enough.

Not at all able to handle posing with him.

I set the toilet lid down. Take a seat. Flip through my photos again.

They're good.

But just good.

I...

They...

We...

"You okay, Jo?" Hero's voice is soft. Caring. He's in the main room.

Changing into his white boxers. Jeans over that.

Because I might get him to his boxers.

Because I want to channel a summer innocence vibe.

Something more Josephine Langford.

Or maybe it's more Josephine Langford + Hero Fiennes Tiffin 4Ever.

Hard to say.

Hero was my first.

He's the cornerstone of my concept of sexuality.

It's all his groan.

His soft lips.

His strong hands.

His...

"Jo?"

I rise. Suck a breath through my teeth. "I'm good." Goodish.

Hero has been professional all afternoon.

I can do that too.

I can capture these images.

Even if they happen to include me touching my ex-boyfriend.

I check my reflection. Curse my flushed cheeks. Apply another coat of mauve lipstick.

That's it. No more wasting time.

Nerves aren't winning this round.

Not when we're losing the light.

I step into the main room. Attempt to swallow my anxiety. "Perfect, thanks."

Hero gives me a long, slow once over. His eyes fix on the waistband of my jeans. My bare stomach. The blush pink bra hugging my chest. "Fuck, Jo."