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“You need to lose that look from your face immediately.”
I bite my lip innocently, eyes trained on his fingers that straighten the knot in his tie. “What look?”
He drops his hands and looks at me before striding around the bed and whipping the covers off me.
I’m naked and exposed and smiling like a fool. “You don’t like the look?”
“I don’t like the fact I have to go back to work. I need you dressed and downstairs in the next ten minutes if I’m going to drop you home.”
“If you can lend me some money, I’ll get fuel and drive myself home.” I reach up and run my pointer finger over his lips. “You don’t have to drive me all the way out.”
He bites the pad of my finger, his body rocking into mine as it cradles me on the mattress. “I want to drive you all the way out.”
“You have a job to get back to. I don’t want to mess with that.”
I can feel him harden through his slacks, and my body heats. I’m not sure how much more I can take of him.
He kisses my neck. “I think I might miss you already.”
I bite my lip, staring at the ceiling. I don’t want to leave. “You have pictures of me now. Will they not be enough to keep you going through the day?”
He pulls back, nuzzling his nose across my cheek. “They haven’t been enough for the past year, so I doubt it.”
My brows pinch. “The past year?”
Lance rises from the bed and pulls his phone from his pocket. I sit and look up at him, unsure of what he’s doing exactly.
When he flips the phone, my stomach bottoms out. “The gala?” I take the phone and stare down at the photo of the two of us in Mason’s foyer the night of the Hamilton Gala. I’m standing next to him, his hand lost somewhere on my back and the way he looks down at me…
“I thought you deleted them.”
“I did.” I look up at him, my heart pounding. “From your brother’s phone. After I sent them to myself.”
He kept them?
I look utterly flustered. I’m looking at the camera, but my face is void of happiness.
“There’s more.”
I look back up, and he nods down at the phone.
I scroll to the left and find another picture. My body stills. “Charlie saw this.”
“I know.”
In the picture, Lance’s body is leant into mine, his lips at my ear and instead of my body recoiling, I stand, mouth parted, eyes heavy and glued to him. We’re electric, the energy between us unmistakable in the frozen moment.
I drop my gaze to the blue-filled heart on the menu bar, and everything gets a little real.
I keep scrolling, finding three more from that night, but then more follow. Images of me on the balcony on my birthday, sitting around the firepit. My back as I walk through the meadow. Me sleeping. Me with my dad.
I look up and tilt my head.
His cheeks redden. “I feel a little exposed.”
My lip tips up, but I can’t give him much more than that. I’m still stuck on this album full of photos. He favourited them.
“This is crazy.”
