Ghosts of his past

Nervously, she did as he instructed, biting her lower lip and looking directly into his eyes.

"That's it. Perfect. Now hold your arms out like you're holding something."

Dutifully, she obeyed.

Taking the camera from her, he snapped several shots, then handed it back.

"Perfect." He said this, stepping back.

Then he noticed something about her.

"Why..." He pushed back the strands of her hair behind her ear. 

He had intended to inquire as to why her face was flushed, but then he realized he was the source. This wasn't the first time he had unintentionally stirred up the wrong intentions.

Leaning forward, she placed her hands on his chest, pulling him close to her. She was nervous, unsure if he would mind her actions.

She was certain he would not, he seemed too kindhearted.