Chapter 157

Good times always fly by before you even notice. By the time they left the mall, the sky had already turned dusky. Neon lights lit up the streets, and Camila looked up at the man beside her-under the flickering glow, light danced across Prescott's features, throwing a soft halo on his already stunning face. She stared, completely lost in the moment. Her heart filled with this warm, syrupy sweetness-tonight's date had been nothing short of amazing. Without thinking, she pulled out her phone and snapped a picture of Prescott, the neon lights framing him perfectly. "How'd it turn out?" Prescott leaned in slightly, smiling as he asked. Camila was scrolling through the photos when his deep voice brushed past her ear, warm breath ghosting over her skin. It made her shiver a little. She looked up and handed him the phone. "You can check it yourself." He glanced at it and smirked. "Not bad... I guess." His gaze then landed on her flushed, delicate face. Under the streetlights, she just looked.