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say. Christian had put all his cards on the table, and now it was up to David to decide if he believed him or not. Truthfully, Christian knew he wouldn’t blame David if he didn’t.

Slowly, Christian shifted from foot to foot, watching David’s face, and then he saw the beginnings of a smile that continued to build, and he knew. When David stepped closer and into his arms, Christian was on top of the world. Petting David’s back, he felt his arms around his waist, hugging tighter and tighter. Then David tilted his face to Christian’s, tugging him into a kiss that stole Christian’s breath away. Returning the kiss, Christian cupped David’s head in his hand, deepening the kiss. Christian almost couldn’t believe David was once again in his arms after he’d made such a mess of things.

After kissing for a long time, Christian simply held David, relishing having him close and being able to hold him in his arms. Christian knew what he wanted to do, and part of him screamed to take David out of the studio and into his bedroom. He could tell David had the same idea, but he forced himself to step back.

Christian lightly touched David’s cheek, freshly shaved skin caressing his palm. “No rushing this time,” Christian explained. “Besides, I believe we have a photo session to get ready for this morning.”

David looked confused and walked to the desk. “There’s nothing on the calendar.”

“I know. They got booked at the last minute.”

“What should I get set up?” David asked already moving away to get things ready.

“Nothing. We’re going to the park today.” Christian said with a smile as he packed up the camera. “You’ll need your camera too.”

“Why?” David asked suspiciously.

Christian smiled and waited until David’s curiosity got the better of him. “Last night while I was printing and hanging all these pictures of you, I got inspired. I’ve been building a library of photographs and I’ve decided to put together a different sort of book. It’s going to be calledThe Boy Next Door,and I even have my cover.” Christian walked to the photograph of David watching him. “But there’s a problem: I need a few more pictures of this incredible man and I was hoping he’d let me take them.”

“I’m not a model,” David said, and Christian looked all around the studio.

“You don’t have to be. All you need to be is you. I promise.” Christian smiled before tugging David toward him, kissing him gently.

“Why do I need my camera?”

“You’re a photographer, and I want to take pictures of you as a photographer, just like I took pictures of the tennis player. I have plenty of photographs of you working around the studio, so now I want to take photographs of you taking your pictures,” Christian explained before moving toward the studio door, holding it open for David as he carried his camera bag.

On the street, Christian hailed a cab, and they rode to Central Park. “What do you want me to do?” David asked as they got out, walking past the Plaza Hotel before entering the southern edge of the park.

“Anything you want. Take your pictures, wander through the park. All you need to do is pretend I’m not here.” Christian grinned as David took his camera out of its bag, handing the bag over to Christian to carry along with his own. Then he was off, and Christian wandered behind, watching David as he knelt to take a picture. Christian lifted his own camera and took picture after picture of David as he lined up his shot. Once David had it, he turned to look at Christian with a grin on his face, and he caught that as well.

For the rest of the summer morning, they wandered through the park, taking pictures. Christian fell behind, and David seemed to forget he was there. As the heat built, David pulled off his t-shirt, shoving it into his back pocket. Christian smiled as he caught a photograph of a shirtless David, skin glistening in the sun, jeans hanging low on his hips, his camera around his neck, watching sailboats on the boat pond. The shot was gorgeously sexy, and at that moment, Christian wanted to run to him and drag David back to the apartment and into bed. But he didn’t.

At lunch time, they ate from a vendor. “Did you get any good shots?” David asked after swallowing a mouth full of hotdog.

“Yes,” Christian answered after swallowing his own bite. “Did you?”

“I think