ANYTA'S POV
“Get it together, Anyta,” I sighed as I stared at my reflection in the vanity mirror, a half-used makeup wipe hanging limp in my hand.
My skin was still flushed from the club’s heat, and my eyes looked heavy, and not just from exhaustion.
The kiss with Jamie darted into my mind.
It had been a “testing the waters” kind of kiss to me, even though I already knew where my heart stood.
With an inward groan of frustration, I opened my gallery and scrolled once. There it was. The shot Laura had captured was, honestly a masterpiece.
The lighting was moody and cinematic, catching the sharp line of Jamie’s jaw and the way his hands rested a bit low on my waist.
“Hmm,” I tilted my head to the side. “Well we do look good together,” I murmured.
And truthfully, we did.
Post it, a to
