There’s the sound of the photo being taken, and I tense. “Jax, what the fuck?” “Just for the memories,” he shrugs smiling at his phone, at the picture he just took of me. “When you guys get married, I’m going to do my best man speech and show everyone this photo. Take a look, folks. Your favorite asshole was so hopelessly in love with Liam, he agonized for days over where to take him on their first date. And then everyone will let out a collective––hey!” I snatch his phone, but by the time it’s in my hand, the device is locked. “Whatever.”
