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Chapter 7

Devon’s POV-

I followed Shane to this processing place where he was able to deal with imaging and editing issues, if any and print out the prints that he wanted.  He was so excited to see how our work for the evening had turned out that he refused to wait it out until tomorrow.  I, on the other hand, couldn’t bring myself to look at the screen.  I knew that I was a hot from what everyone had told me at school but I never felt that way, especially after what happened between my father and I.

“I’ll wait until you pick the best ones out of the bunch…”  I began.  “If any, and then I’ll look at them.”  I said as I put more emphasis on the word ‘then’.  I hadn’t realized this until we were back home, yes I was already calling the Donitelli’s home, my home, that I realized that he had an awfully thick stack of prints with him.

“Go check in with Sidney and Tony and make sure they haven’t made babies yet.”  He joked.  And I nodded.

“Did you want something to drink?”  I offered.

“I’ll have whatever you’re having.”  He tells me and I turn to leave.

I found Sidney and Tony with their noses in their books, when I entered her room.

“Hey!  How’d it go?”  Sid asked me.

“Ok.”  I shrugged.  “It was weird at first but then we had fun with it.”  I explained to her.

“What are you girls talking about?”  Tony interrupted.

“Devon’s helping my brother out with this photography thing he’s doing.  It’s got something to do with beauty or something.”  Sidney tried to explain.

“Ways a woman is beautiful.”  I corrected her.

“Yeah.  That’s what I said.”  Sidney looked at me.  Tony lunged at her playfully and kissed her on the cheek.  I couldn’t help but laugh.

“I can show you ways in which you’re beautiful.”  He tells her.  I clear my throat.  Gag!

“Still here guys.  Anyway, I’ll go check in on Shane.  He said he wanted me to look through a bunch of prints with him.”  I tell them.  I headed for the kitchen first and grabbed Shane and I a bottle of water each, from the fridge.  As I get to his bedroom door, I knock softly.

“Come in.”  He called out to me and I let myself in.  No one would have been able to prepare me for the assault on my senses that took place shortly thereafter.

Shane had been sitting on his bed with that same stack of paper and gestured for me to join him.

“It’s funny how you got shifty just now when a few hours ago, you wore nothing but a sheet for me, sprawled on my bed.”  He stated.  I didn’t know if I should just blush or laugh my nerves off so I did both.  He chuckled.  “I wanted to show you something.”  He handed me one of his photos taken earlier today.  I sat there stunned, looking at myself, on my back, on his bed, laughing into the inside of my elbow as Shane stood straddling my waist with his feet as he shot from up above me.  I remember laughing at one of his corny jokes.  Something about a nun and a hooker; back to the photo.  I looked like I had no other cares in the world, I looked so happy.  I smiled at it.  “What do you see?”  He asked me.  I shrugged my shoulders because I didn’t want to answer him and not be seeing the same thing as he was.  “You’re beautiful.”  He says and hands me another photo from his stack.  “And this one?”  He paused long enough and then answered the same as before.  And he did this for the next 20-some photos, each one, evermore beautiful than the last, stirring emotions in me with which I realized was Shane’s exact intent.  I put my hand over his before he could reach for another photo and looked into his eyes.