VIOLETTA
What?
Before I could ask what he meant, his thumb moved across the screen.
Click.
“What did you just do?” I asked, acting all oblivious in hopes that my voice didn’t give away just how flustered I was.
He still didn’t let me out of his reach.
Clearly, he had no idea how much this was affecting me because one arm was still loosely wrapped around my waist as he turned the phone around to view the picture he had now taken.
I had been pulled flush against his chest, his chin hovering near my shoulder while looking completely caught off guard.
He wore the most infuriatingly smug grin I’d ever seen while my face was beet red in embarrassment but I’m pretty sure others would look at it like I was blushing.
Although I’d have to admit, we looked good regardless.
“I like this one
