Ben said warily. He enfolded my hand in his and led me through his house to the one mysterious door that he skipped over during the tour of his home. He paused at the door and looked to me. I smiled marginally in an attempt to ease his obvious anxiety. Benjamin Chase nervous? This could be bad. He turned the door knob and led me into the dimly lit room. I stifled my gasp the best I could. “Ben, this… this is amazing,” I whispered to him as he squeezed my hand in his. “Photography, huh?” I looked to him, and he shrugged bashfully. “I was hoping that if I open myself to you, you’ll return the favor.” There was a hidden plea in his voice, and my heart melted into a gooey puddle in my chest. Oh, Ben. “My grandfather bought me a camera when I was a kid, and I fell in love with all things photography.” “I can see that.” I grazed through the large cool space. The room was filled with all things photography. It was clear that this was his hobby. His passion. There were shelves scattered throughout the space that displayed cameras of all types.
