Chapter 9

Then, of course, there were the albums hidden in the bedroom closet that sent Cam’s pulse skyrocketing when he’d uncovered them. They housed photos of Cam alone in various intimate settings. In some, he was seemingly nude, wrapped in pale sheets. In others, he wore nothing but a pair of old jeans, unbuttoned and riding low.

What had shocked Cam most about those particular photos was how happy he’d seemed in them, how confident he’d looked. He traced his fingers along the edges of the photos, mesmerized. He had a sudden longing to truly be the man in those photos, the bold dream version of himself rather than the worn-out version in his other life.