Page 98 of Charmed, I'm Sure
“Taylor?” I hedged, stepping closer to him.
“What? Oh, yeah. Everything’s fine. Just…” He trailed off, squeezing his eyes shut as he pulled off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Here.”
He extended his phone to me, and I took it, glancing at the screen. Two emotions hit me in rapid succession.
One: Awwe, look how cute we look. This would make a great wallpaper.
Two: What the actual fuck? Who? What? How?
“Uh, Taylor. How did you get this picture?”
He let out a heavy sigh, dragging his palms down his face before slipping his glasses back on. “Addy sent it. She said the wedding planner passed it to her.”
That tracked, especially given the look Mary had shot me as she left the kitchen earlier.
I set his phone on the nearest box and stepped between his knees, framing his face in my hands as he’d done to me so many times. His eyes avoided mine, so I pulled out the big guns. “Babe.”
Deep sapphire blues locked onto mine instantly. I felt his smile against my palms before I saw it.
“What did you just say?” he asked, his voice soft with disbelief.
“You heard me.”
“I don’t think I did.”
“Taylor.”
“No, that wasn’t it.”
I tried—and failed—to look disapproving. Even with narrowed eyes, I couldn’t mask the smile tugging at my lips. “I called you babe. Don’t make a big deal out of it.”
“Oh, but it is a big deal.” Taylor’s arms slid around my waist, pulling me closer until my knees bumped the windowsill.
“Either way, I’m not mad about the picture,” I said.
“You’re not?” He sounded genuinely surprised.
“No, I’m not. A little annoyed that our private moment wasn’t so private, but it is what it is. I just hope Addy didn’t send it to everyone and their mom.”
“She wouldn’t,” he assured me. “She is, however, giving me shit for not telling her about you. But that’s my problem.”
“Then there’s nothing to be mad at. Actually, can you send it to me?”
Taylor’s eyes lit up with joy, and the sight was more heartwarming than I could have anticipated. “I don’t know why you look so surprised that I want a copy,” I teased.
“Not surprised, cher. Just happy.”
In one swift movement, Taylor stood, lifting me with him. My laugh dissolved into a gasp as his lips met mine, and I wrapped my arms around his neck.
When he started walking, I squealed and wiggled in his arms. “Taylor! You need to unpack!”
“True. But that’s not what I want to do right now.” To punctuate his point, he tossed me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and smacked my ass.
“Taylor!”
“Ahh, memories.”
“What?!” I squeaked, propping myself up on his back to glare at him.
