The Photographer's Love Inspiration [One Shot]

The Photographer's Love Inspiration

I was hoping I would find something that would catch my eyes.

I had been out all morning searching for inspiration but I have absolutely nothing.

I work in a photography industry and my boss picked me to find the next big thing but I seriously don't have anything at all.

I've been at it for five hours and I decided to give up and tell my boss I just can't do it, I really wonder why he choose me out of all those famous photographers.

As I was walking back home I finally saw something that caught my eyes.

It was a man. He was very muscular and he had broad shoulder. He wasn't wearing any shirt only jeans so I could actually see his eight pack abs, He had dark hair and his eyes..........his eyes were violet. I was beyond fascinated. He looked beautiful. He looked perfect.

I walked over to him, he was searching the dumpster and I felt a pang of pain?

"Um, hello........hi,"

He spun around to look at me.

Gosh.......those eyes are driving me nuts.

He looked at me with so much intensity that I started shivering.

"What do you want."

Oh my gosh, he spoke to me, he seriously spoke to me.

Come on Ashley get a hold of yourself and stop acting like a highschool chick.

My inner thought was fighting with me but I managed to get a hold of myself.

"Um.....er......you see I have this a photography job.......um..........and I want you......to um........you see it's complicated........ I want you to be my........my....... the model.''

I slapped myself mentally, I just made a fool  of myself. Honestly I want to cry. I was sure he would deny the offer. I felt like I would die of embarrassment.

He looked at me again with the same intensity and I was still shivering under his gaze.

"Sure."

"What?"

"I said sure."

To say I was shocked was an understatement. I quickly shook my head and nodded.

"Um, okay but please can you follow me to the studio."

"Okay, let's go."

We walked beside each other and my skin was tingling from having him so close to me. Then I realized I didn't even know his name.

"Sorry but um please what's your name."

"Blake. Blake Henderson."

Blake. Blake. Blake. Blake. Blake. Blake. Blake. Blake. Blake. Blake. Blake. Blake. Blake. Blake. Blake. Blake. Blake. Blake. Blake.  Blake Blake. Blake. Blake. Blake. Blake.

His name just kept replaying in my head over and over again. What is happening to me?

"My name is Ashley." I told him bit he nodded and just kept walking.

When we got there. I took Blake to the Director and he absolutely loved my idea.

Minutes later Blake was posing for the camera. I was happy for him he was going to turn from a poor guy to a star.

I loved it. I loved him. I know it's crazy that I've fallen in love with someone I barely know but I just felt it. I'm in love with Blake. My mind kept telling this guy may be a psychopath, a serial killer, an prison runaway but I was sure he wasn't, I felt it.

When he was done he walked up to me. I fiddled with the hem of my shirt looking anywhere but at him.

I was surprised when he gently tilted my chin to look at him. Once again I was lost in the intensity of his eyes.

"You like me don't you." He asked and I looked at the floor as if it were the most interesting thing in the world

"H-how did you know."

"It's pretty obvious."

I looked into his eyes again

"No Blake. I don't like you, I......I....I love you."

And with that he kissed me. My eyes widened a bit before I relaxed and kissed him back.

"I love you too, Ashley." He said before crashing his lips back on mine.