Page 27 of Baby Love

We sit on the couch and he pulls them up on his laptop so we can look at the photos together, deciding which we think are best out of each wardrobe change.

“Shouldn’t we post these strategically?” Spin asks when we’ve agreed upon our choices.

“What do you mean?”

“Like, save the sexy ones for last, after people get used to seeing us together. Khun Lee said in the email that those shots were only sent to us.”

“I guess that makes sense. Let’s test the waters by posting one in our public Instagram accounts.” Most actors have both public and private accounts to keep work and life separate.

“Okay.” Spin opens the app on his phone. “Oh, wow!”

“What is it?” I lean over to look at the screen.

“I have over 5k new subscribers, and a lot of people comment on the pictures I posted of us in the studio.”

“That’s awesome.” I open mine, pleasantly surprised to find my original number of almost 50k subs has risen by almost fourteen thousand. “I have new subs, too.”

“Which of these should we post? You do one and I’ll do another one. How about the ones with the cute sweaters?”

We choose and make our posts.

“Maybe we can take another picture of us together now?”

I nod. “Let fans know we’re hanging out. Good idea.”

We pose with our hands together in front of us, making a heart.

“Want some ramen?” Spin asks me when we’ve finished posting. “I can make some really quick.”

“Sounds good. Then I need to go get Anya.”

Spin walks into the small kitchen.

I’ve set my Instagram to notify me about comments, and they start pinging while Spin’s still cooking. “The general consensus seems to be that we are a cute couple,” I say, scanning them as I walk into the kitchen.

Spin looks at his phone and laughs. “Someone said I’m looking at you like I want to eat you. Am I, really?” He looks up at me and grins.

I study the picture of me looking forward as Spin studies my face. I suppose his expression could be construed that way. “Maybe you were thinking about how you hadn’t eaten since breakfast.”

“Actually, I think I was.” Spin chuckles as he goes back to fixing our food.

When he brings our bowls to the small table by the window, I sit down.

“Would you like a beer? Oh, or maybe not, since you’ll be driving home,” Spin says.

I smile. “I’m not that much of a lightweight.”

He brings me a bottle of Singha and opens one for himself.

“Thanks for coming in with me,” Spin says after a few bites of ramen. “I couldn’t face walking in here alone. I know I’ll get used to Nok not being here anymore, but right now it feels…lonely.”

“No problem. Do you have nice neighbors?”

“I don’t know them. They’re all older and don’t come out of their apartments much.”

I’m not sure what I could say that would make him feel better, so I remain quiet.

When we’re finished eating, we move back to the living room and Spin plops down on the couch next to me, leaning close as he opens his Instagram. “Wow. There are a lot more comments. People want to know more about our series.”

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