Ilya snapped a few quick photos, then lowered his phone to look at them. “Oh,” Shane said quietly. “Look at us.” They both looked so fucking in love it was disgusting. “I am keeping these ones,” Ilya said firmly. “I guess we don’t have to delete those kinds of photos anymore,” Shane said. “Within reason, I mean. I don’t want anything graphic getting out there.” “Good thing I didn’t take a photo ten minutes ago, then.”
