I walk closer to her and lean over the back of the chair. My eyes go wide, and my mouth falls open when I see a portrait of myself. “Kendall...” She places her hand over it and tenses. “They say take a picture, it lasts longer, right?” I hear the uncertainty in her tone, and I want to make sure she knows exactly how I feel about her. I tilt her jaw and collide my lips with hers. “It’s perfect, just like you.” “I can’t get you out of my head, Ryan,” she whispers as my heart throbs hard in my chest. “The feeling is mutual,” I admit, but we agreed on the terms of our
