The cheers broke what was left of the moment. Applause, laughter, the crew calling it perfect chemistry.
I stepped back from Cade, my breath uneven. The photographer was grinning, already reviewing the shots. Cade wore that smug little smile, the kind that said he’d done exactly what he wanted.
I turned away, furious. This wasn’t part of the shoot. Not the plan. Not anything we agreed on.
By the time I changed and came out, he was gone.
I should have gone home, but bad decisions have a way of feeling reasonable when you’re angry. So I drove to his house.
The door was unlocked, the scent of soap still hanging in the hallway. Cade sat on the couch, fresh from the shower, hair damp and a white T-shirt clinging to muscle, scrolling through his phone.
His eyes lifted, surprised for a seco
