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and; his hands in the middle of my thighs; his mouth on my neck; I slammed the first lightly inside me. I bite my lower lip, my senses becoming sharp and stimulated by knowing that he was just the way I had a floor, in the same bed as the bed, Maybe dreaming about the same thing, maybe even waking awake and wishing it was happening. It's like I'm here. It's so simple, I think. All I have to do is get the phone to call 612 and whisper: Can you come up to me and I will say, yes, darling. Up right away. I know you will tell me up. I know because tomorrow's photo shoot - the exact truth that both of us are in the same hotel at L.A. I know because of the unmistakable look of him at the bar, a look that even Suzanne could not help but notice. But more importantly, I know because we have felt so wonderful each other. No matter how hard I try to deny and ignore it to focus solely on the way things are done, I still know what it is like. I close my eyes, my heart pounding almost fear, when I imagine myself down the bed, quietly crept down the corridor, find the door climbing room and type a sound, It was just like the way he knocked on my hotel room during our jury session in the past. I could see Leo was waiting for me on the other side of the door, not shaving and dim eyes, leading me to his bed, slowly undressing me. The reason we broke up or about the last eight years or anything or anyone else. There will be no words. Only breath sounds, kisses, make love ours. I tell myself this is not really worth it. Not important when I'm away from home so. Not important in the middle of the night. I tell myself it's just a faint resonance of a dream so satisfying and too real to resist. When I woke hours later, the sun was streaming through the window, and Suzanne walked around. "The sun is already high," I exclaimed. "Yes," she said, lifting her eyes from her cosmetic bag. "We forgot to shut down the curtains." "We also forgot the headache too," I said, squinting with a twinge of sensation in the left temple and a tangled feeling of guilt. Reminiscent reminds me of when I shamelessly dash through the dorm to my room in a sleazy fashion after a night of college-the morning after the alcohol, the tumbling music and the dark night. I embrace someone that I can never even talk to. I reassured myself that this was not the case. Nothing happened last night. I was dreaming. All of that only. Dream sometimes - often - completely meaningless. Once in my teens, when I was in pain with the torture of tightening braces, I had a horrible dream of my orthodontist, a bald, nothing special grandfather of a classmate. And I can assure you that I do not want Dr. Popovich anyhow, even subconsciously. But deep inside, I know this dream is not without its source. And more importantly, I know that the problem nature is not in the dream. It lies in what I feel later, when I wake up. It lies in what I still feel now. I sat up and sat up, feeling more comfortable when I quit lying down. Then, as soon as I got down to bed, I switched to a swift, professional gesture, even reaching the tone of assertive work with Suzanne. I can not allow myself to indulge in mischievous, strange fantasies when having a very important photo shoot career in front of my eyes. As my wise teacher Frank, It's time to show. But hours later, after thoroughly completing the screening and testing the battery, review the notebook, call the assistant to do. the freedom to confirm the schedule and to instruct the diner last time that she actually closed for two hours as requested by Drake's men, I stood under the shower, drowning in the hot water, still Do not think about Leo. May I bring better clothes for the shoot. Ponder how much you will feel terrible if the call last night for him. Worrying that it's really worth doing-and then scolding myself for thinking so much about it. As I was about to finish, Suzanne interrupted my thoughts, screamed through the thick water, "Still," I answered curtly, recalling how often she used her locking hair and hurried into the bathroom while I was enjoying the only private time I had. in our tight niche when we were teenagers. "Is it too dirty? "she asked, while wiping the mirror with a towel and started brushing her teeth. I turned off the faucet and twisted my hair, acknowledging that, yes, I was straining. But I do not admit that the real reason that made me nervous was just slightly related to Drake taking pictures. It was strange to see the two of them together, talking seriously about the burger (Leo's) and Greek salad (Drake's). Momentarily, my mind went away, drifting into all that. I observed that their hair was dark brown, but while Drake wore his trimmed beard and his long, shiny hair, Leo turned his whiskers sharply, appearing to be more conservative. They both wear black T-shirts, but Leo's dress is a Gap pattern, and Drake's is a bundle and better (and probably five times more expensive). He also focused on fashion accessories with a round silver earring, rings and amber goggles. However, more important than their costumes and looks, I was attracted. Because not when relaxed, calm around their table. Prior to Leo's approval, Drake seemed unprotected, even taking the initiative before questions that he had obviously answered a thousand times, while Leo looked so comfortable and sexy. I noticed he was no longer using the familiar yellow book, but rather a small silver recorder, which he had placed beside the salt and pepper vats. Frankly speaking, without that recorder and knowing that Drake was Drake, there was no way to look at the interview. Even the haunting-but-still-ultra-luxurious scenes, which I presume to be Drake's followers, were politely standing a mile away from the cashier counter, more; I have seen the kind of public relations staff crowding around lesser stars with more famous interviewers, watching for inappropriate or silly questions. Apparently that team has determined that Leo is a good guy - or at least a good journalist. "Damn," Suzanne stared and whispered softly. I nodded, though I knew we were not looking at a man, and seeing Leo one more second. Then I said, "Okay. Come on, "and began dismantling the device, watching a series of locations, looking for the best natural light. "Try to act like an assistant, can not you hear?" "Clearly," she said, at the same time the innkeeper, a fat woman named Rosa, Asked if she could bring us anything at least not the third time since we entered the bar. I feel that today is a bright day in my career, just like mine - even though only one of us got Drake's 8 × 10 splendid image, and a mark to be made. I told Rosa we did not need anything, thank you, but she insisted, "No water or coffee?" I was very excited about coffee, so I agreed with the offer. One glass of water, while Suzanne does not hesitate to ask strawberry shake. "Wonderful. We are famous for desserts, "Rosa said proudly and hurriedly on a mission. I threw my sister a look of rebuke, but also a little excited. She shrugged. What do you know what to say to me? She works most effectively with the effect of sugar.

Do not you want your people to be most productive? "I rolled my eyes, lightly aware of my real assistant, a bright-faced young man named Justin, who had come carrying some lights. Larger illumination and a hired device are too bulky to carry on board. After introducing myself and talking to each other, I set out the intentions of taking photos that I thought were the best, and then consulted him, which made him look very happy. Your joy, in turn, made me feel like I was a professional sunbae and helped me gain the confidence needed. Justin agrees with my assessment of the scene and the light, adding one of his ideas, and we both went to work preparing the composition, reading the metering equipment and taking two tests. check. Meanwhile, Suzanne was not as helpful as she was trying to eavesdrop on the interview. As we moved around the little bar, I could not help but disturb Leo's question. Some interesting news from Drake, until finally Justin and I are ready. I glanced at my watch, realized that we had prepared earlier than scheduled, and for the first time in a day - maybe even for a week, feeling very relieved. So, and I turned around, seeing him and Drake looking at me with anticipation. "Come here," Leo waved his hands as if we were friends. Link, and he just happened to meet his third friend in the