“His taste was the anti-venom that would save my life.”
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As soon as the lab volunteer, Angela, showed up at precisely eleven, I knew Aiden was free to leave. Excitedly, I packed all my work away and stashed my things in his office. Aiden smoothly placed his camera around his neck and one shoulder, making it fall effortlessly by his sculpted waist. I smiled as I remembered seeing him wearing his camera like that when he shrugged off my curses in the parking lot on Monday.
“What are you smiling about?” he asked, just as I was about to head out.
“Oh, nothing really. Just remembering you wearing your camera like that when I screamed at you Monday. I remember being somewhat surprised that I didn’t know you because I thought I knew all of the photography students. I used to assist some
