Adrian’s POV “I’m actually pretty nervous,” Bianca said, her voice trembling slightly. I managed a small, tight smile. “This isn't my first shoot, but everything here is just so… professional,” she added. I looked away, wishing she would just stop talking. “You’ve got this,” I said, my voice flat. “I’ll direct you. Just follow my lead.” She beamed at me, clearly relieved. “Okay, eyes over here!” the director’s voice boomed through the speakers. “Adrian, hands on her waist. I need more intimacy!” I smirked and pulled Bianca flush against me. Our lips were only inches apart. I could feel her heart thudding like a trapped bird against her ribs. I leaned in even closer until our lips brushed. “Beautiful!” the director shouted. As soon as I pulled back, Bianca’s eyes went wide, her breath

