“The one of you when we went ice-skating.” He chuckled, amused with himself. “It was the look on your face that made it my favorite. The fact that your camel toe was on display from that angle was a happy accident. I didn’t plan it like that. It just happened.” I tried to keep a straight face as he laughed through his explanation. “You took the picture. You didn’t crop the picture. And then you proceeded to call me Kristy Yamacoochie,” I reminded him. “It didn’t just happen. You just happened.”