He suddenly steals my phone and snaps a pic, typing too. Just as I regain composure, he chucks the phone back at me. I manage to catch it, and my laugh quiets as I curiously skim the screen. His Instagram is popped up, both of our photos posted side-by-side with the caption: my someday wife #sweetheart #pumpkinpie My chest swells because Ryke isn’t big on social media, not unless I remind him.
