For You

Tract 4: Decoration

Disclaimer: The title of the fic and each chapter's title are all credited to the Jerry For You producers and of course to Jerry himself.

For you, who feel torn between profession and love, this chapter is dedicated to you.

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I think my arms around him were a little too tight, but I didn't care, I held on closer and buried my face deeper into his back.

He felt amazing under my hands. . . such a nice muscular body. He smelled wonderful too. . . I think I'm feeling giddy.

"Great shots, Yau!" The photographer's voice rang loudly, taking me out of my reverie. For a few moments I had forgotten where I was, forgotten this was only make-believe. I pulled my arms away from the man I was so intimately hugging.

"Now, Liao Yang Zhen, your turn," the photographer encouraged. "Come on and show me your moves!"

Liao Yang Zhen nodded and turned around to face me. Smiling uncertainly down at me, he surprised me when he suddenly leaned down to rest his head into my hair, inhaling my perfume. One hand cradled the back of my neck protectively while his other hand rested on the curve of my hip suggestively.

And so flashbulbs after flashbulbs clicked while my partner and I posed in front of the cameras.

He was the one leading the direction of the shots. He was just new at this work but I must say he's good. He can be boyishly cute one moment then turn roughly masculine the next. Innocently childish to seductively sexy.

His soft lips against on temple. . . his gentle fingers in my hair. . . his warm body pressed to mine. . . they were all making me feel faint. . .

And suddenly, he was staring down at my eyes. Staring long and deeply. . . it was as if the world was disappearing all together.

"Very good!" the photographer's voice boomed once more. Truthfully, he had the worst timing ever. "You guys are good. If I didn't know better, I'd say you two are really in love."

Those words caused a light tint of pink across my cheeks. I quickly pulled my hands away from around Liao Yang Zhen's neck. He did the same, releasing his hold on my waist.

Looking up, I found myself staring at eyes so brown, they were almost black.

His name was Liao Yang Zhen. I've been doing modeling for almost two years. . . have been posing with so many male models before and yet not one of them had ever been able to affect the way Liao Yang Zhen did.

He was looking down at me in concern. "Are you okay?" he asked uncertainly.

Having no ability to look at him and speak at the same time, I could only nod. I turned away from him to our photographer.

"Sorry, but can we take a break for a while?" I asked, bowing apologetically.

Our photographer turned to me in worry. "Well you do look a bit flushed, Yau. Are you okay?" he asked me.

I nodded reassuringly though a bit absent-minded. My partner had thought I was really sick and had taken the liberty to take my elbow to support me.

Anxious to get away from him and the strong feelings he was calling in me, I went off to one corner of the room.

But to my surprise, my partner followed me and even sat himself beside me. Like a true gentleman, he offered me a bottle of water. Without looking at him, I accepted it silently.

Though I'm normally standoffish, this guy really provokes the bad side in me.

Since I strongly believe that work and personal affairs should never meet, I made it my point not to be unnecessarily friendly with any of the male models I worked with. Playing with fire could go lead to a stronger flame anyway. So even if those guys ended up thinking I was anti-social, I couldn't care less. As long as I knew I did my work flawlessly, I was satisfied.