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Coen stared atJust before I asked if he was okay, he asked, "Can I pull a Parker?"

"A Parker?"

"You, Duchess, are the coolest"

I laughed loudly before turning back around in the chair to face the laptop "Can I see more?"

He stepped up behind h his files to where all his shoots were "Knock yourself out If you don’t want to stay through the whole shoot, I’ll call you when I’ht?"

I nodded and tilted ainst my neck, and shamelessly watched as he set up his studio But by the tilance before getting caught up in the thousands upon thousands of pictures on Coen’s laptop

There were soh Souy when I’d first co trouble figuring out if he was a firefighter, model, or fitness athlete Then there were thecloser to the laptop, and fallingon the last file, labeled "bullshit,"back to the screen My h picture after picture of Coen It was at probably the twelfth photo that ether, before I rapidly clicked back to the beginning and started over again, this ti back in the chair, I folded ledthe screen I don’t knoClose to one hundred? Every one of the, or funny, or artsy, or just sexy as sin But that’s not why I couldn’t go through any le picture, Coen’s face was solasses,There wasn’t one that was just him

"I didn’t think you’d sta--­find the la up at him, I pointed to the screen "Do you have an issue with your face?"

He looked ataardly "Uh What?"

"Your face"--­sitting back up, I pushed down the left arrow and let it flip through the pictures--­"is covered in every single one of these pictures Why?"

"I don’t know, I like being weird? Or going for that artsy shit"

"You sure that’s it?"

Coen shook his head slowly, like he didn’t knohat other answer I could possibly be expecting "I’m pretty sure I mean, you’ve seen my face If I had an issue with it, I wouldn’t let you see it"