"Not like that," she said.

He looked at her for a moment. Then he raised the camera again.

"Turn toward me fully," he said. "I want to try something."

She turned.

He crossed the room toward her, which she hadn't expected, and stopped just beside the chaise. He reached out and adjusted her hair, moving it over one shoulder, his fingers just grazing her collarbone as he did it. She felt it move through her like a current, small and electric, and kept her face completely still.

"Lean back slightly," he said. "Not all the way. Just—" he put his hand at the small of her back, light and brief,...