Page 39 of Four-ever Single

“Thank you. I really needed to hear that.”

Kensy smiled and then began taking pictures. We’d worked together for so long that we didn’t need to talk much about what poses we were aiming for or what she needed me to do. It was a process we had perfected because it worked.

“Have you given any thought to inviting your parents?” she asked quietly with the camera still lifted to her face.

“I’m not going to.”

She lowered it and gave me a soft smile.

“I know you’re mad at them right now, but don’t you think it might make it more real if they were there? Won’t people question why they aren’t?”

“I’ve thought about that,” I admitted, changing positions so I was on my knees with my hands braced against the wall, fingers splayed with my knees spread apart. “But I think if they’re there, it’ll make a bigger mess out of everything. If anything, they’ll be the ones who question if it’s legitimate. I don’t need that stress, you know?”

“I do,” she replied softly. “I totally get it.”

We kept working, changing the conversation to her and Capshaw so I could have a break from talking about my parents and the upcoming wedding. Finally, we finished the last outfit change and got the shots we needed with the new toys they were getting ready to launch. I climbed off the bed and headed to change when Kensy stopped me.

“Hey, I know we haven’t talked about it, but I have a crazy idea,” she said, scrunching her face as she smiled.

“I’m already scared,” I admitted.

“Don’t be. It’ll be fun, I promise.”

“Is it something like throwing darts while blindfolded?”

“No.” She shook her head after taking a second to consider it. “No, it’s nothing like that. I was thinking since you’re already here and we’re doing photos anyway, what about doing a few boudoir photos for Jones? It can be an early wedding present. I can have them edited and printed for you to give him the night before.”

“I don’t know,” I replied, my head moving back and forth.

“Why not? He’s already seen you naked, and I’ve seen the way he looks at you, Bella. He wouldn’t mind having some photos to check out with you looking all sexy in them.”

“Isn’t that weird, though?”

“Why would it be weird? I do a lot of boudoir sessions across the board. Some are already married, some are engaged, some are just dating, and others do them for themselves. There’s nothing wrong with taking sexy pictures and looking back on them over the years.”

“I know, but it just feels like an odd thing to do because this is a fak—”

“If you dare say the word fake again, I’m gonna stuff a dirty sock in your mouth,” she warned, eyebrows raised.

“Eew. Gross.”

“Don’t make me do it, Bella. I will. I’ll go dig Capshaw’s socks out of the hamper from his run this morning. You do NOT want to smell those.”

“I love it when you talk dirty to me,” I teased, winking at her. “Nothing says sexy photos like talk of dirty, smelly socks.”

She rolled her eyes, but the corners of her lips still quirked up.

“So, do you want to do these or not?”

“Do I have a choice?” I asked.

“No. Not really.”

Now it was my turn to roll my eyes.

“I didn’t bring anything special for this, and I can tell you that if I take pictures with the pierced toy, he’s going to lose his mind. He hates that toy.”

“Don’t worry about that. I have this covered. I might have asked Capshaw to bring a few things home in anticipation of this.” She winked, which had me even more worried.

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