He takes his phone from me and says, “I never take pictures of myself. But with you…”
I meet his eyes.
With me…?
He simply smiles and sits straight, leaving me hanging.
“Why’d you stop? Say it.”
He reclines, lips still teasing a smile, fingers already swiping through the pictures. “You can post these ones…”
“You and me?” My eyes widen.
“You wanna post pictures of you and your fiancé?”
My mouth hangs.
He chuckles.
Thoughtlessly, I punch his arm. “You’re messing with me. You stopped mid-sentence. Now, you’re—”
“You’re the woman I’m spending the remainder of my life with. That’s the difference you make.”
My heart misses a beat.
“I meant you could post the ones I took of you… I never take pictures of myself, but I don’t mind it with you. I don’t mind you posting one of these, too
