I smiled in defeat and gave it to him. Nigel turned around and handed it to Harrison. “If you won’t pose for the picture, mate, I’ll do it for you. Lily needs something to remember this by.”
They also either were convinced my name was Lily or had decided it was a cute nickname. I chose to believe the latter, and had stopped correcting them the second time they called me that.
To my surprise, Harrison pushed my phone away and brushed past Nigel to stand next to me.
“You don’t have to,” I mumbled, a little embarrassed by the whole display.
“If I let that dingbat near you, he’s probably going to try and cop a feel,” he whispered.
That broke the tension, and I laughed.
“That’s beautiful,” Nigel said. “Get closer together. Look like you like each other.”
I only came up to Harrison’s chest. I went to reach my arm around his waist, but then at the last second, I hesitated, leaving my arm hovering just behind his back. He glanced down at my awkward position before shaking his head and placing an arm around my shoulder, tugging me into his side.
I had never felt my stomach do an actual cartwheel before, but the instant his body pressed against mine I almost lost my composure.
“Smile,” Nigel said, with a big grin as if to demonstrate.
I complied, tilting my gaze up to see if Harrison would as well. While no teeth were shown, the corner of his lip did tilt up. I supposed that was the best I would get.
“Brilliant. That’s a good one.” Nigel snapped a few more before walking back over and standing next to me. “Now, just a quick one of the two of us.”
“Oh, uh.”
I smiled instinctively as Nigel leaned into me and snapped a few, strategically angling the phone so Harrison was out of the shot.
“Um, that’s a good one,” I said when Nigel finally handed me my phone again.
“Something to show our future kids.” He winked at me again before crossing the path to join Mark and Will, gawking at one of the vendors.
I chuckled as I scrolled through the photos Nigel had just taken. When my eyes lifted to meet Harrison’s, I found him scowling at me.
“You know this isn’t some romantic comedy, right? You’re not here to meet your future husband and move to Europe on a whim.”
“Are you jealous?” I taunted, keeping my voice confident even though my whole body quivered at the thought.
His frown deepened. “Not even close. I’m just reminding you that dipshit over there is not a viable option.”
“Be serious,” I snorted. “I feel more like I’m chaperoning a high school field trip than meeting the love of my life.”
“Well, knowing you?—”
“I’m a romantic, not delusional.” I shoved his chest and the deep lines between his eyebrows finally softened. “Do you want to see the picture or not?” I held up one of the shots of the two of us and he studied it.
“That one’s getting framed, for sure,” he said.
We certainly looked like an odd pair, him with his dark outfit and me with my bright sundress. My smile was almostembarrassingly huge as Harrison smirked nonchalantly next to me.
“I’ll send it to Oliver,” I said, firing off a text.
Harrison chuckled. “He’ll love it.”
Almost immediately after I’d sent the text, I had a response.
Now that’s an attractive couple.
I clutched my phone to my chest, but it was too late. I knew Harrison had seen it. I didn’t know why I was embarrassed, though. Oliver always made jokes like that; I was sure he’d made plenty to Harrison while I wasn’t around.
