She pulled her phone out just as I opened the photos. “I call dibs on this one,” she said, and pointed at the accidental yet stunning kiss-selfie. “I want. Gimme, gimme, gimme.”
I chuckled. “Fine.” I quickly emailed her the photo, and then we both got to posting the selfies on Instagram.
“Okay, here goes everything,” Zaira mumbled, and then hit ‘post’.
I placed a hand over hers and squeezed, and then made my post, too.
Within seconds, our phones startedpinginganddingingwith notifications.
“God, I’m scared,” she said as she looked at me. “What did you caption your photo?”
I handed her my phone, and she did the same to me.
therealgallan:She makes me happy; she completes me. She knows how to put a smile on my face; she’s the only one I want. You’re my special kinda girl, @i.am.zaira.k, and I’m so glad you chose me.
That’s what mine said, and I watched Zaira’s cheeks flush as she read it.
“You really know how to make a girl feel special, huh, Underwood?” she said.
I kissed the top of her head. “Only the one that matters.”
I looked down at her phone and read her caption, and it instantly made me laugh.
i.am.zaira.k:Look what I snagged. Snatched? Scraped? I don’t know. Can’t believe he’s mine. Oh yeah, it sure feels good to say that. Thank you for choosing me, @therealgallan. You’re phenomenal, and I am one lucky gal to have you.
#heismyhottie #bae #tooyummyformytummy
“Too yummy for your tummy, huh?” I said, and then grinned when she chuckled.
“Yup. You taste better than Nutella, and I’ll have you know that IloveNutella.”
I smirked. “I amveryaware of that.”
“You are?” She tilted her head. “But I didn’t tell you that.”
“Your IG bio did.”
She laughed. “Oh well.”
I wrapped an arm around her waist. “Stay the night,” I requested. “I wanna hold you while I sleep.”
Her eyes softened. “Gallan…”
“I’ll behave myself; I promise.”
She smiled. “I know you will.” She turned and faced me fully. “Okay, I’ll stay.”
I grinned. “Yeah?” That was easy.
She chuckled. “Yup. You don’t need a lot of convincing. You’reyou, and I’ll always say yes to whatever you ask me for.”
I asked my dick and heart to slow the hell down. It wasn’t time for them to perform the dance of imminent victory.
“That’s good to know,” I told her. “Makes my ego go all Beyoncé.”
She laughed. “You’re crazy.”
I pulled her flush against me. “Yes, but only foryou.”
