“Did I ever tell you why I took that picture?” “Which?” “That picture.” He means the one Montgomery got, of course. I flex my fingers, then squeeze his hands. “Because you were drunk and wanted spank bank material?” I say, lightly. Eli pauses for a moment. “Well, that too,” he admits, and I smile into his hair, planting a kiss on top of his head. “But mostly, I wanted to remember the moment I realized I was in love with you.” “When we got drunk and had sex in the barn?” “When you wouldn’t kiss me in front of people, even though they already knew,” he says. “I didn’t know that mattered to me
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