Page 65 of Just for the Cameras

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How is that even possible?

It takes me at least ten pictures of smiling to get one with my eyes open, and he’s over here, taking candids like he’s aGQmodel attempting to sell you his grass-stained white football pants.

My phone dings with a text.

Graydon:Trying to find an unflattering picture?

I gasp in annoyance.

Maple:As a matter of fact, yes, and I’m just trying to decide which one to send you.

Graydon:Send them all.

Annoyed, I save a few pictures of him that are not the least bit unflattering and send them to him in a text.

Maple:Your muscles are too big. Very unflattering.

There, he can chew on that and rot.

I pick up my glass of wine, take a large sip, and then wait for his message. It takes longer than I was expecting, but then he pings back with a text…and a picture.

I sit up in the tub, pull up the picture, and feel my jaw drop.

It’s him, in his bed, shirtless and showing off his chest and abs. The sheets are just below his belly button, and his hand is resting behind hishead, making his bicep pop. The man is carved, so perfectly proportioned that it’s almost hard to look at.

And his comment…

Graydon:Never had any complaints before.

Yeah…can’t imagine he would.

My mouth goes dry, and I tip the rest of my wine back as he texts again.

Graydon:Feel free to use that picture if the others aren’t satisfactory.

Maple:The others I have are fine.

Graydon:Then feel free to use that picture for personal use.

I purse my lips together—the audacity.

And yes, I might have felt a dull throb erupt between my legs from the sight of him in his bed.

And yes, I might have wondered what it would be like if he tugged those sheets down another inch.

And perhaps I thought about feeling his abs, running my fingers over them just for scientific purposes.

But that doesn’t mean I’ll use it for anything.

Maple:Already deleted it.

Ha, take that, you—ping.

Graydon:Here’s another, then. Don’t be scared to keep it.

My eyes nearly bug out when I see that he lowered the sheet an inch, making my mouth water from the sight of him.

Why?

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