The Photo Booth
“Hurry up, Baby, the show’s going to start soon.” Ben waited in the guest house’s living room while Imara got ready for the afternoon matinee in town.
Ben pushed his shaggy black hair back off his face as he looked in the mirror over the fireplace and then shook it back out. He hated his ears and how they stuck out, but it never entirely covered them no matter how he wore his hair.? He stepped back and turned to the side as he admired his arm muscles and how they stretched the fabric of his shirt.
“My, my, my.” Imara stood in the doorway, appreciating how Ben flexed for his reflection. “You’re incredible, Ben. I’m not sure I want all those other women out there looking at you.”
Ben turned around and pulled her hips closer to him as he glanced down to her red l
