Chapter 3
Taylor’s POV
“Alex, you’re impossible,” I said, laughing a little as the music swelled around us and the crowd pressed us even closer together.
My body still felt the echo of last night in every small movement, that deep tiredness in my muscles mixing with a restless buzz I couldn’t shake.
The acoustic guitar filled the air while Alex stayed right by my side, his shoulder brushing mine every few seconds.
“You love it,” he replied with that sarcastic edge in his voice, taking a sip from his drink.
“Admit it, Taylor. You came out here for photos but part of you hoped you’d run into us.
I can see it in the way you keep shifting on your feet.”
I elbowed him lightly, feeling my face warm. “I came for work. The light is perfect this morning and these shots could pay next m
