It was a Friday afternoon and you were doing a modelling session with your modelling partner, Gavin. You both seem to hate each other with a burning passion, but every time you guys insult each other it feels more like flirting disguised as hate.

For this session you had to be on his lap. You were modelling this new lingerie piece for Victoria’s Secret. It was going well until you felt poking.

“Can you stop moving? The more you move the longer you have to sit here.” I hissed.