"That was perfect! you both look so in love!' the photographer gushed, snapping us out of our private bubble.
I disengaged myself from his arms, feeling slightly dejected, and proceeded to get my cardigan. Now that I was detached from him, I could feel the chill running through my body. You won't have to feel that way if you didn't leave his arms. My hormone filled brain was so not cooperating with me today.
I seriously needed to get my brain checked. Once again sighing heavily, I turned to leave the studio, when I heard a vibration. I spotted David's phone on the table and picked it up, surreptitiously peeking at the caller ID. I was slightly relieved and elated that it was not Ashlyn's name flashing on the screen. A certain someone named John Fray was calling. Sensing it was impor
