"A little higher, please."
Aiden adjusted his hand, carefully sliding it up as Serena shot a sharp glare at the photographer. What was this man thinking? Did he believe they were filming some kind of romantic-erotic drama? The whole setup felt absurd to her. Why on earth did they need such intimate poses for this wedding shoot? Weren't a couple of formal pictures enough. Heck, she'd even be willing to do a few hand holding poses. But this... this was too much!
The photographer, scrutinizing them from behind his lens, suddenly frowned. "Mr. Hawk," he began, his tone more insistent, "you need to hold her with more possessiveness. The kind of grip that sends a clear message to anyone looking—that she belongs to you and no one else. Your hand should rest just so, with your arm nestled right in the valley of your wife's breasts... You understand?"
