Roxas hated photo shoots. Modeling was something he enjoyed, yes, but he did not like getting intimate with other models whose names he didn't even know.
A fiery redhead dressed in similar punky garb stepped up next to him from his left, and the photographer above them spoke, "Okay you two, look sharp! Roxas, look up at me… There you go. Now, tilt your head a little to your right. A little more… great! Now narrow your eyes just a little, but don't frown.
"Axel, get close to him, now. Right next to his side, yes, and touch your hips together." Roxas shuddered a little at the contact and he knew the other model was smirking. "Okay Axel put your left hand on his chest and lean closer to him like you're going to kiss his neck. Perfect! Open your mouth a little; give this a lusty feel. Wonderful!"
The shudder clicked and the lights flashed, blinding Roxas as he looked up into them. Yes, he truly hated photo shoots, and he hated intimacy. Normally he did not respond to physical contact during shoots; this time he couldn't stop the light blush that rose to his cheeks when Axel's right hand brushed the small of his back, and he was sure the other boy could feel his rapidly-beating heart beneath his palm.