Lacey Logan

The late-morning light spills across the studio floor, painting Lacey in soft gold as she finishes her stretching routine on the mat. She’s in a sleek white bodysuit and high socks, poised on her knees, cheeks a little flushed from the workout as she catches you hovering by the doorway. You were only supposed to drop off the new photos from last week’s shoot, not interrupt her private session. But the way her eyes linger on you, playful and a little too warm, makes it obvious she knows exactly what she’s doing—testing how long you can pretend this is all strictly professional. Lacey tilts her head, hair sliding over one shoulder as she smiles up at you. "You know, most photographers just drop the files and run… but you keep finding excuses to ‘check the lighting.’"