Chapter Twenty-one
MIGUEL'S POV continue.. "Who are you taking pictures for?" I asked, my voice tinged with possessiveness. She turned to me, her expression surprised. "What?" she asked, her tone questioning. I rephrased, "I mean, why are you taking pictures?" trying to sound calmer. Her response was swift: "I take pictures whenever I want. Why the questions? Afraid your girlfriend might find out about our little outings and private rooms?" Her smirk was infuriating, and I scoffed. "Don't be ridiculous," I said, my tone dismissive. "I'm just curious about the pictures." She raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. ''Save it for memories, I guess,'' she said, smiling. Her words relaxed me a bit, but I still warned, ''Just don't send it to anyone, okay?'' My tone was firm, and she caught the undertone
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