12 Chapter 12

Finally, he lay the camera on the carpet by his side, then sat up straight. His chest muscles expanded and contracted as he pulled several deep breaths. “You know, Matthew, all the photographs I’ve taken so far have been in color. I wanted to capture your beautifully tanned flesh, making certain I have the correct hues for the portrait. I had planned to also do a series of black and white shots, using them to make charcoal sketches of your magnificent physique, but…”

“But what? Anything wrong?”

“No, nothing’s wrong. In fact, everything is just too right. Too damned right, and I can’t take it any longer.”