RUBBY'S POV
When Alex finally pulled back, I caught my breath forcing myself to meet his gaze. His eyes were reassuring and warm, it made me feel safe and protected.
But then, out of the corner of my eyes, I noticed Kevin. He seemed to be playing a different kind of game. He had his phone raised subtly, the screen angled towards us; my chest tightened when I understood what he was doing: he was taking a picture.
I hesitated for a second as I looked at him with the corner of my eyes. His smirk widened as he lowered the phone slipping it back into his pocket as if nothing had happened. I got pissed but I decided against calling him out, at least not there and then.
"Rubby," Alex's mother called, pulling my attention away from Kevin; she was even softer now and called my name as though
