Photo Shoot
Eddie kicked out of his sneakers and shed his sweaty workout clothes in record time. He questioned his sanity as he headed for the shower. Trent was nuts. Eddie wasn’t a model. Why did Trent want him to pose for photos at all, let alone artsy nudes? And what the hell had he been thinking agreeing to that crap?
He reached into the shower stall and turned on the water. He’d caved because Trent was his best friend and needed the photos for a large class project. But he’d agreed only on the condition that Trent give him a month to get into better shape. He’d never spent so much time running or working out at the fitness center, or nursing sore muscles.
Now, the month was up, and it felt way too soon. Eddie looked at himself in the mirror. He saw nothing that appealed to him. He
