Seeing a robe on the back of the door, I grabbed it and wrapped it around her shoulders. “You look cold,” I muttered when she lifted a brow at me.
Her lips twitched, but she didn’t laugh in my face as I expected her to. Instead, she slid her arms into the sleeves of the robe then cupped my face, her fingertips stroking over the scruff I hadn’t shaved that morning. “You’re adorable when you’re being all growly and possessive. I think I might like it.”
“Do you like it enough to give me a kiss?” I asked hopefully.
Her teeth sank into her dark-red bottom lip for a moment before releasing it. “Later,” she promised. “If I kiss you right now, I’ll have to go out there all mussed up.” She tilted her head to the side, causing her hair to fall over her shoulder. “I don’t think you want the world to see what happens to my body when Jagger Armstrong kisses me senseless.”
“No, I do-fucking-not,” I growled. “Fine. Later. But I need you to tell me what I should be doing while you’re out there taking pictures in this ridiculous thing. I feel kind of useless so far.”
She grinned. “Just watch out for me. If you think I look tired, tell them to take a break. Grab me water when you think I’m thirsty. If my phone rings, answer it if you think it might be important. That kind of thing.”
I nodded. “Okay. I can do that.”
For the next three hours, I watched her work her magic in front of the camera. One outfit after another, she became a sex goddess for the client as she used her face and body to make their product seem worth buying. I stayed off to the side, my eyes trained on her every move—and those of the photographer. He barked at her a few times, and she sassed him right back, but the pictures I saw after each wardrobe change were amazing.
I kept her hydrated, but from what I could tell, she seemed full of energy as the morning flew by. At noon, they broke for lunch, which the client had catered. It was just a buffet of sandwiches and salads, but it meant we didn’t have to deal with the hassle of New York crowds to get food.
Shaw and I ate in the dressing room, and then the artist was back to redo her makeup for the commercial they were shooting that afternoon for the same product.
By the time everything was done, it was close to four. Which gave us enough time to go back to the hotel, change, and have dinner before I had to be at the SNL studio for dress rehearsal.
The weekend was almost over, and while I’d spent the entire day with Shaw, it felt like we hadn’t had much time together so far. I hadn’t really had the chance to show her how good it would be if we were together for longer than this one short weekend. Time wasn’t on my side, and I hated that we would be back home within the next twenty-four hours and our time would be up.
I rushed through a shower and dressed in a pair of black slacks and a white button-up before grabbing my coat, gloves, and snow hat and jogging down the hall to Shaw’s room. I hadn’t seen my dad or her parents all day, but her mom had texted me twice that afternoon to check that everything had gone okay with the photo shoot and commercial.
When I knocked on Shaw’s door, I heard her call out for me to give her a minute. Feeling each second tick by like the ticking of a bomb, I waited impatiently in the corridor. Hearing her footsteps approaching, I straightened just as the door swung inward.
Dressed in a simple black dress that clung to her every curve and landed just shy of her knees, where her boots took over and made her long legs look endless, her hair falling in soft curls around her shoulders and minimal makeup, she was the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen. She had a clutch in one hand and a long white coat folded over her arm.
Stuffing her room key into her purse, she pushed the bag into my hands and pulled on her coat. It was long enough that it went past her knees and had a faux-fur hood that would protect her from the snow that had started falling on our