"You know," she says, eyeing me critically, "I could use a hair model."
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"Bella, you can't be serious."
"I'm dead serious. It's for my portfolio. I have one from school, but it's amateur stuff. Your hair would promote me to rock star status!"
Hair model? Fuck, I would never hear the end of that. "Bella, I—"
"It's fine, Edward. Forget I asked. It was just a passing fantasy."
"You're not mad?"
"Mad? Of course not!
Curled around Bella later in bed, after enthusiastically "taking care of that" and more, my thoughts return to her request.
If we used models to pose with our furniture, I'd ask her in a heartbeat. And she'd say yes.
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"I changed my mind. I'll model for you."
"Really?" She cranes her neck around to face me. "That's great, Edward. I'll have Angela set it up with the photographer. You'll come in after work, have some wine…"
She flips onto her back and slides her fingers between mine. "This is gonna be so great. I can have you with me at my station all day."
I roll my eyes. "Ugh, you're gonna get sick of my face."
She brushes her knuckles along my cheek. "I could look into your eyes all day, handsome."
"I see burn victims in your future."
A/N: Remember in the Details interview, when RP said he was worried people would tire of seeing his face? Yeah, I don't think so, buddy.
Happy Easter and Home Sweet Home later today! XXX ~BOH