Beau’s POV
After we got out of the car I noticed one of those pesky photographer’s that always follow me around. I hated it. I knew they would try to surprise her and take her photo. I didn’t want that to happen. I tried to warn her but knew she would prove to be a curious one. “Don’t look back but there’s a paparazzi not far from us.”
Just as I predicted she tried to turn around and see who I was referring to. It didn’t take me long to pull her in my arms and seal her lips with a kiss. I intended for the kiss to be harsh and bruising to her lips but I felt her starting to melt into me. It felt different and yet familiar. I remembered how she clung to me the night before when I filled her sadness.
When she pulled away, she took my hand trying to rush inside, it was cute how she was try
