Chapter Five
PRESLEY
I wake up wearing a smile and feeling as though I slept on a bed of clouds. The photos I took of Colton yesterday turned out so well. I can’t wait to edit and post them. After I got back to my room last night, I uploaded them to my computer and picked out a handful of good pictures. Honestly, there weren’t any bad ones. He’s a natural behind the lens.
Though he did an amazing job, I wouldn’t dare tell him as much because he already seems to have an ego the size of Texas. The man is perfect for the camera—chiseled jaw, high cheekbones, messy dark hair, and blue eyes—and I’m not sure Colton has a bad angle because I looked. While I tried not to stare, I did catch myself ogling his bare chest, abs, and the happy trail that led down to his noticeable package. Which—afte
