Jackson Xander's face turned red again.
Sawyer was about to call cut, but someone patted his shoulder, and he turned around, eyes widening in surprise.
Then he shut his mouth again and quietly followed the person out.
...
Five minutes later, Sawyer returned with beads of cold sweat on his forehead. He wiped it off with his hand and looked at the two awkwardly huddled together in front of the camera, feeling his hair stand on end.
He whispered something into the photographer's ear, and the photographer's face turned a shade darker. Sawyer must have said something else, because the photographer glanced apprehensively in a certain direction and swallowed hard.
"Um... Jackson, you don't need to stand so close. Facing each other on camera works well too."
"But... but you just said there was to be a cozy scene..."
