He opens my palm and drops my phone in it. I notice he’s given me a new wallpaper photo. A close-up picture of his face, smile lines by his eyes, cup of coffee to his mouth. He must have taken it as soon as he got home from the wedding, those damn suspenders in the very edge of the shot. “For your viewing pleasure,” he explains. “I went back and forth between that and me shirtless in front of the mirror, but this felt more appropriate.” I roll my eyes and slip my phone in my back pocket. “Thank you.” “I can send you that shirtless picture, if you want.” “Noted.” He grins, back to the aloof
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