Nancy’s POVAfter the shoot wrapped, I went back to the dressing room to change, peeling off the heavy silk and wiping away the layers of professional makeup. I pulled on my favorite pair of faded, tight jeans and a simple white tank top, twisting my hair up into a messy bun. It was a relief to feel the cotton against my skin again, to feel like Nancy again, even if the glow of the shoot was still humming in my veins.I had already said my goodbyes to everyone.I grabbed my bag and headed out to the parking lot, the evening air cool and crisp. I was on my phone about to call for an Uber when I heard Colton’s voice. He had offered to drive me home, but after all the tension between us during the day, the way he looked at me in that dressing room, I suddenly didn’t want to be in the same space with him for the rest of the night."Nancy! Wait!" He called out, his face lit up with a grin. "I just wanted to make sure you got out okay. And to say it again, you were incredible today. A natur
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