Take The Chance (A Limitless Novel) [Book 1]

Eleven

"How did you even find that place," I laughed, looking over to Jake. We were back at his house, in his studio looking through the photos. Jake was sitting on a wheelie desk chair, which was identical to the one I was sitting on.

"I was just in Portsmouth one day and found it," he shrugged, a small smile sitting on his lips as we both looked back to the photos.

The photo currently on the screen was one that Jake had taken, a butterfly sitting on the tip of my nose. It had randomly landed there, before I'd been able to do anything, Jake had taken my camera off me and snapped a photo. I was laughing, my light blue eyes staring back at me with all of the happiness in the world in them. It was a good memory, and I was glad Jake had been there to capture it for me.

"I bet Hanley loves it," I said, trying to keep the smile on my face but I knew it was fake. Today I'd been able to continuously remind myself that Jake was taken, that he had a girlfriend. It was all I could do, I felt so bad about the rumours going around in Jake's world that I needed to stop the way I was feeling. I needed to put those feelings aside and try to be the friend Jake wanted in me.

"I've never gone there with anyone before," Jake said quietly, almost like he was guilty of something. I looked over to him, his eyes still glued to the computer screen and his jaw set.

I glanced back to the computer, flicking through some more photos we had taken. I'd become open about the amount of photos I was taking of Jake, and he didn't seem to care at all. I believed he had looked through all my photos, so he knew that he was like my own personal model at the moment.

I had heaps of photos of him. One with a butterfly on his finger, another of him looking up at the butterflies overhead, one of him smiling his half smile as he looked straight back into the camera and many more. Looking through my photos, I knew this was some of my best work. It just sucked that Jake seemed to bring out the best photographer in me.

"These photos are really good, Tilly," Jake said from next to me, reminding me he was there and reading my thoughts. "We should upload some of these onto the bands website. Management will have to approve of it first, but I can't see why not."

"They aren't that good," I laughed, shutting the program that was showing my photos. I took my SD card out of the computer and put it back into my camera. I knew they were good, great even, but I didn't want to share them with the world. Not just yet. I wanted to keep Jake to myself for just a bit longer.

"I think the fans will love them, maybe we could even explain that you are the bands photographer and stop the rumours," Jake shrugged, letting me know that he really believed in this. If there was one thing I wanted to do for him, it was getting rid of the rumours. I didn't want him to suffer just because he was being nice to me.

"Okay," I nodded my head; still worried about letting these photos go out to the world. I didn't know how much these would help the rumours, seeming as I took these photos of Jake because I had feelings for him. The subtle shots of him slightly smiling, looking away from the camera like he had a secret he didn't want to share, they showed the emotion of a photographer. I'd captured those photos because I was infatuated with Jake, with everything about him. It was easy to see that in the photos, and that was why I didn't want anyone else to see them.

"I'll talk to Bill tomorrow," he slightly smiled, getting up from his chair and heading towards the door. "I'll go make dinner, you find something to watch."

"Sure," I smiled, putting on the best happy face that I could. I listened as he left the studio and frowned down at my camera in my hands. I'd really enjoyed my day with Jake; I'd been enjoying all my time with him. The problem was that I was enjoying my time with him too much; I was definitely running the risk of loosing this job.