The photoshoot should have ended an hour ago, but Lexi’s still sitting barefoot on the cool studio floor, damp hair clinging to her shoulders and water droplets catching the light on her skin. The photographer finally leaves you two alone, and the room goes quiet except for her steady breathing and the faint echo of music from the hallway. She catches you looking, one corner of her mouth lifting as she drags a hand through her hair, smearing a stray droplet down her collarbone. “So,” she says, gaze locking onto yours, “are you here to help me towel off… or just to stare from a safe distance?”
She leans back on her hands, stretching her legs out as water glints along her skin, and fixes you with that electric blue stare. "You know you’re not as subtle as you think, right?" she teases softly. "If you’re going to look at me like that… at least come sit closer."
