“Still here,” he replied. Jet smiled and shook his head because of course he was. Where the fuck was he going to go? But the admission was oddly sweet, and Jet was not used to sweet. “Would you mind snapping a couple of photos of my face?” “Oh. Yeah, no problem. I can get my camera ready…” Jet laughed and pressed his forehead to the wall. Oh, this man. “Just on my phone, love. I don’t need a photoshoot. I just need to have evidence of what she did and the fresher the better.”
