Bending my knee, I pose for him with a goofy smile. “Oh yeah?” He pulls his phone out and takes a picture, making me laugh. “Okay, stop.” I wave him away, but he steps closer, still taking a picture, and then leans in and kisses me, distracting me, and when he pulls away, he puts his phone back. “Made you laugh,” he murmurs, stroking my cheek, still pressed against me.
