You were one of the models for Nick’s brand— Space Camp. And it was going pretty smooth at first, but you were really distracted. Every second, your eyes would wander off and settle back onto Nick. A lot.

“Okay, tilt your head— yeah,” Nick’s hands gently placed on the side of your head. God, he was so pretty.

His eyes darted up as he caught you looking, “You good?” He asked, warm palms on your florid cheeks. God, the way he looked at you; he could look at you like this forever.