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“Good.” She tangles her fingers in my hair before kissing me.
She sucks the air right out of my lungs as everything inside me shifts into place. This is what my life was meant to be like. And while the past few years were hard, it was worth the wait.
Our lips move together, slowly, savoring every second they’re touching.
“I love you too,” she murmurs, her soft breaths feathering against my swollen lips.
Burying my face in her neck, we stay like this for what feels like hours. I needed this, this closeness with her. It’s something I’ve been craving for years.
“Come on,” Liam says softly, putting a hand on both of our backs. “We have to get going.”
“Yeah.” I nod. “Let’s go.”
“What are you doing?” Ally squeals with laughter as I grip her thighs, lifting her into my arms.
“I’m not ready to let go of you yet.” I nip at her neck, her laughter filling my soul.
I don’t think I ever want to let her go.
Chapter 17
Ally
“Alright, Ally, can I get one with you sitting on Skyler’s lap?” the photographer instructs, gesturing for me to move.
I raise a brow, looking from him to Skyler. “Is he for real?”
“She doesn’t need to do that,” Skyler says to the photographer.
The photographer frowns. “Why not? The shot I have in mind would make for a great potential cover.”
“How does her sitting on my lap give you that shot?” Skyler asks.
“You are a band. You have a bond. You're close. Why not show the world that?”
“Let’s just see what he has in mind, doesn't mean we have to use the photo,” I tell Skyler.
He frowns before sighing. “Alright.”
“Wonderful.” The photographer moves the four of us around, positioning us how he wants us.
I end up on Skyler’s lap with Tyson behind me on my right and Ryker on my left. “Okay, Tyson, put your hand on Ally’s shoulder.” Tyson does as he’s asked. “Perfect.”
He takes a few photos. “Smile.” A few more shots are taken. “Now, more serious.” The lights go off, and we do as we’re instructed, having done this a million times before. “Alright, now, Skyler, tickle her.”
“I’m sorry, what?” Tyson coughs out. “Why the fuck does he have to do that?”
“That's weird," Ryker grumbles.
It wouldn’t be in any other setting. The guys have tickled me before, mostly to get me to make me laugh when I was feeling down. But in photos? Yeah, no, this is a first.
“We’re not doing that,” Skyler growls.
“Okay...” the photographer says awkwardly. “Okay, another idea. Ally, smile up at Tyson, Tyson, you give a longing look to Ryker, Ryker, I want you gazing down at Skyler, and Skyler, I want you looking at Ally, bite your lip too.”
I blink at the man, in shock. “What is even going on here?” I look over to Nate, who’s frowning. Liam looks three seconds away from losing his shit, while Brady looks confused but also pissed off.
But my Lulu, she looks like she wants to laugh. I can’t help but smile when our eyes meet.
