The Affair.

03

"Okay Abigail make sure to smile." Justin said to me from across the room.

It had been three weeks since our outing at the museum and there hadn't been any contact since. That didn't mean I didn't think about him often, but I had been keeping myself busy.

Out of nowhere, last week, Dr. Bieber's office called and asked if I could be a teeth model for their new brochure. Never in my life have I heard of a teeth model, but I guess it made sense.

Seeing Justin again was alarming because it gave us a chance to be close. I could see and hear and smell him. He was dangerous, and I wasn't sure he realized it.

"I don't think I want to do this anymore." I crossed my arms over my chest as I stood in front of some kind of high tech camera. It was supposed to capture my radiant smile so they could plaster it on their walls as an advertisement.

"Come on, you promised you would." Justin chuckled as he patted the photographer on his shoulder, telling him to give us a minute.

"I feel silly," I complained. There was a man in here before me who had a perfect set of teeth. He had already completed his photo shoot.

"I'm giving you free teeth whitening for a year. It's well worth it. Please just smile for me."

I tried, but it was too fake and the camera man knew it. He said the pictures weren't coming out right. My cheeks were too tight.

"Relax, Abby. Just be natural," Justin said.

I almost fell to the floor. This had been the first time he's called me 'Abby' and not 'Abigail'. I usually didn't like people calling me by my nickname, but I didn't mind it from him. I still didn't have the courage to call him anything other than 'Dr. Bieber' though.

Justin came over and pulled us away from the camera. Just enough for him to stand in front of me.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"I just feel... stupid. I look stupid," I muttered. He stared down at me, keeping his eyes trained on mine. This was the first time I let him actually look at me. I told him the truth about how I felt, without making some kind of sarcastic comment or trying to be funny.

His hands reached up and he placed them on the back of my neck. He was touching me. I was sure he could feel my pulse under his palms. My mouth went dry and I could see him up close. He was gorgeous.

He brushed his thumbs along my cheeks, and my mouth bloomed into a smile.

"You don't look stupid, trust me." His voice was low and calm. "You look beautiful."

I was trying to get his hands off of me. I couldnt deal with this anymore. He had to get away or else I would do something I'd regret.

He backed up a little and the camera was put back in place. This time, my smile was real. I couln't help it. He was still close, but I was able to breathe now.

The pictures took about half an hour, and the photographer seemed happy with the results.

Justin and I stayed close as we walked towards the reception area. We were so close, but weren't touching. We both knew that there was a moment back there. If we didn't talk about it now, we never would.

Maybe that was best.

I probably wouldn't see him for a long time, since I didn't have any appointments lined up. That made me sad. Really sad. But we could forget about our interaction and move on.

"Thank you so much for doing that, Abby. We usually have to pay thousands of dollars for professional models. I just couldn't think of anyone else I would rather use than you."