/Ethan's POV/
The photo shoot was a success; though I hated the proximity that resulted—the way Ariana pressed her firm breasts against my chest, the way her fingers brushed mine, the way she looked at me as the pictures were taken—they were pure torture.
I almost lost it at one point but I managed to see it through and now I'm finally getting out of these frustrating clothes.
I watched my mom admire Ariana's curly ebony hair, which rested on her shoulders in multiple curls.
"You did great," My mom told her with one of her hands resting on her shoulders as we stood in front of the huge photo studio, we were supposed to be preparing to go home but my mom acted all cosy around Ariana got me instantly worried.
I wondered how she was going to take it once we announce we'll be getting a
