Page 75 of Just Another Silly Love Song
“Or we can do it again,” Lori said enthusiastically.
There were people talking outside the photo booth, most likely wanting to take pictures, so it was time for us to get out.
“You’re a masochist.” I didn’t mind her being on my lap, but people were waiting, plus I felt a pain coming on. “I’m getting a cramp in my leg.”
“Sit still while I maneuver my body in a way to—” Lori placed one hand on my leg and the other on my shoulder, trying to scoot back out.
Too bad she failed miserably, bumping into the inside wall of the photo booth and elbowing me in the chest while stepping on my foot.
“Ouch. Be careful.” I twisted and poked Lori in the nose with the “Too Sweet” sign.
“Hey! What are you doing with that thing?” She stepped on my foot again, this time hard enough I felt the heel dig in.
“Ahhh! Watch it!” I grabbed her by the waist with both hands. “There’s no need to be so rough. Watch your hand there.”
“And you keep that thing out of my face.”
“Keep your face off my thing. Can’t you be more bendy? Just use both hands and push, would you?”
“Can you quit bossing me around? It’s not like I do this every day. There’s a learning curve.”
She placed her other hand on my shoulder and swung around, her hair falling across my face and the top of her lavender dress opening up just enough to give me a little show.
Why was she breathing so hard?
And why was I?
This madness had to end, because the urge to kiss her was strong and I wasn’t so sure that was a good idea.
“Your hair is in my mouth,” I finally said.
Lori finally got off me and stepped out of the photo booth, straightening out her dress and messing with her hair since it was all over the place.
I slid out of the booth behind her and froze.
Kyle was standing there with his arms crossed.
So was Susan, the host of the investment program.
And Debbie, the receptionist.
Dan, too.
Why were they all staring at us like we had done something wrong?
Chapter Fifteen
LORI
“What was going on in there?” the photo booth operator said, laughing. “Wait—I don’t think I want to know.”
“I want to know!” Debbie had a huge smile on her face.
Kyle was glaring. “I don’t.”
Ben shrugged. “Nothing was going on. We were just taking pictures. What else would we be doing in that Cracker Jack box?”
“That is the question, my friend,” Dan said. “What. Else?”
