Read Jason's thoughts

You settle into the corner of the room, merging with the shadows. You sink into Jason’s mind as he leans over the desk, his eyes fixed on the screen where Chloe and Jessica are tangled together in that high-contrast, golden-hour shot.

Whoa. Okay, so she wasn't exaggerating. This Lisa woman is the real deal. Chloe looks... insane. Like, I’ve seen her naked, but I’ve never seen her look like THAT. And Jessica... wait, is that her hand on Chloe’s—?

I don't know if I like this. It feels like I’m looking at something I’m not supposed to see. Like they’re in on a joke I’m not part of. And this ghost story? Tyler’s always been weird, but Chloe sounds like she actually believes it. 'Mack.' She said the name like she was talking about a celebrity. I need to get her focused back on me. I need to remind her who her boyfriend is before this 'creative' stuff goes to her head.

His thoughts are a mess of rising arousal and stinging insecurity. He’s threatened by the professional quality of the photos and deeply unsettled by the intimacy between the two girls. He wants to claim her, but he doesn't know how to compete with the sophisticated, erotic world she’s just tasted.

Chloe is watching him, her arms crossed, her hip cocked. She’s waiting for the praise, but she’s also gauging his reaction against the "Fan's" intensity.

"Well?" she asks, her voice slightly defensive. "What do you think? Lisa says I have 'editorial potential.'"

Jason clears his throat, his eyes darting from a shot of Chloe’s exposed midriff to the door. "Yeah, babe. It’s... it’s hot. Really hot. But isn't it a bit much? I mean, Jessica is basically... she's really close to you there. Does your dad know you’re taking pictures like this?"

Chloe’s expression hardens. That was the wrong answer. She wanted him to be dazzled; instead, he’s acting like a "Sentinel"-lite.