The boys from school had found her identity via the model Emma had shot with the piercing blue eyes. He couldn't keep his mouth shut when he found that his younger brother was in the same year as her.
Ethan hadn't seen Emma in over a week, she hadn't come to school and she hadn't responded to any of his texts. Well, that's apart from the message that told him that he shouldn't associate himself with her because it was to only bring him pain.
He hadn't felt like giving up though and every night he had texted her a goodnight text. He knew she read them so even if she didn't respond he knew that she was taking in his words.
He left her voicemails and Emma would play them on repeat so that she would feel safe in her own house, she couldn't sleep without hearing about his day and how he was coping without her in math.
He had the voice of an angel, so soft yet rugged and deep.
The problem with Emma's hiatus was that without her shooting she had no income and soon she had no money to pay off her rent and so she found herself sleeping at the studio.
Ethan had heard from Olivia where she lived but from visiting her apartment he had found that no one by that name lived there anymore. It was almost as if she had disappeared, that was apart from her studio.
Ethan had pulled up outside the studio noticing that the lights were indeed on. He didn't know what he was going to say if she even was in there but all he knew was that he needed to see her.
He knocked on the door and pulled away to chew down the skin on his thumb.
Emma hadn't been able to sleep so when there was a knock at the studio door she wasn't sure whether she'd imagined it. She was playing her usual sexual playlist and was only wearing her underwear.
She proceeded to go to open the door, everyone already thought she was a whore there was no point in putting clothes on now.
She swung the door open and to her surprise Ethan was stood in front of her, she hadn't expected him to come to the studio but that was because she was used to the empty promises of every client coming back.
Ethan's eyes trail over her body and his head clouded, he wanted to take her against every wall in there but he knew it's not the right time.
"Emma-" he sighed and she took a step backwards so that he could enter the studio. His ears are filled with the heavy bass music and he returned his eyes back to Emma who was chewing upon her lip.
"I don't want pity Ethan-"
"Kiss me." He didn't know where it had come from but she had complied and allowed herself jump onto his torso. Their lips pressed against each other's like waves, crashing and passionate but yet gentle at the same time.
They couldn't help themselves, they both wanted and needed each other in that moment and so they gave themselves to each other.
"Welcome to the studio" Emma had giggled turning back to her innocent and precious side once she had put on the underwear Ethan had tore off with his teeth hours ago.
"Did you design everything?" He'd asked looking around in awe and she'd nodded timidly, it was her passion so it never felt like a chore but it had taken a long time to get the studio to how she wanted it.
"Not like it matters, no ones going to be coming here anymore" she'd said extremely sadly, Ethan had felt her sorrow and had finally been able to be in the position to offer her help. He wrapped both his arms around her waist from behind and rested his chin the crook of her neck.
"Do you remember the first question I asked you?" He'd asked her and she'd turned to press her nose against his with a scowl as she answered,
"Do other people take photos of me?"
"And you said no, but now I'm here in the studio and I'd like to learn to be a photographer" Ethan had smirked.
Emma had refused and argued with him about it but he was very good at persuasion and soon she was teaching him how to use the high tech equipment she had acquired.
It had gone from that to him forcing her to be on the other side of the camera so that he could really put his new learned skills to use. Of course she'd given into him and found herself posing in her pink lace.
She knew the poses, she knew exactly what to do and the outcome wasn't as bad as what she'd originally expected.
They made a good team.
