Page 98 of The Night We Met

I’m surprised she recognizes me. “I am.”

“I love your clothes. I’m anxiously awaiting your new line to drop.”

“Thank you. That means a lot. What’s your name?”

“Kate.”

“How about as thanks for taking some pictures, I’ll send you some stuff from my new line?”

She looks taken aback and shakes her head. “I couldn’t. It’s just a few pictures. And I really don’t mind.”

“Nonsense. I really insist. DM your sizes and address to me and I will send those over to you personally when I get back to the states.” I tell her honestly.

“Thank you so much. Okay. Not getting emotional. Let me get your pictures.”

I like this girl. Mason hands the camera to her and comes strolling over to me.

“That was sweet of you.”

I shrug like it’s no big deal. “It’s not a big deal.”

“Okay, lovebirds. Pose however you want and then we’ll do some candid shots.”

“Thanks Kate.”

“No problem.”

“Come here.”

I eye Mason with trepidation. He turns me around so my front is to his back. I look up at him with so much love, it actually kind of hurts.

“Okay. Now Mason, I want you to pick Kamryn up. And Kamryn, I want you to wrap your legs around his waist.”

“We got this,” Mason champions.

I’m giggling like a love-struck teenager as Mason lifts me up effortlessly. I seem to do that even more.

“That’s good. Now Kamryn, place your hand that’s furthest away from the camera on his shoulder, and rest the other one on his chest.”

I do as she says.

“Perfect! Hold that pose!”

Looking into Mason’s eyes, I see it all.

Love.

Warmth.

Home.

Future.

Family.

Without thinking and caring that we’re in public, I lean down to kiss Mason. It’s not anything too hot or heavy. It’s the pressure of my lips resting on his.

I pull away before either of us decide to take it any further.

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