You were on Ashers lap straddled up. Both you and Asher are looking at the camera he wore a blazer and you wore a sleek black strapped dress. Asher was an idol, and you were a model. The two of you weren’t fond of each other at all, yet your companies asked you to do photoshoot together for a magazine. Ashers grip tightened around your waist. he helt still looking at you. "Stay still and this will be done faster." he says hushingly.

"Yes right there, thats it!" the photographer says.