Noah tosses his head back against Lorenzo's chest. "I'll miss you most, my love. I'll think of you every time I smell tequila."
Lorenzo gasps. "Say that again but slower."
Rava snorts quietly beside me. I catch it.
I always catch it when he laughs. It's this breathy little thing, like he's trying not to disturb the moment but also can't help it.
"Seriously," I mumble, nodding toward Daisy. "What the hell's she doing?"
"Now you'll see," she calls out, vibrating with excitement. She drops the album in Noah's lap. "Open it," she says, grinning.
Rava leans closer to see. I catch his shoulder brushing mine and don't even care that my skin is burning from the sun.
Worth it. Noah opens to the first page.
Photo 1:
Rava in the middle, Noah kissing one cheek, me kissing the other. "No fucking way," I mutter.
Daisy laughs. "The symmetry is insane."
"Rava looks like he's about to be sacrificed to the gods of chaos," Lorenzo adds, biting into a chip.
Noah fake gasps. "This is art. This is love. This is betrayal. I knew you wanted me and Gio to fight over you."
"Shut up," Rava mumbles, smiling so hard his dimples nearly crack his face in half. I look away before I get soft about it.
Photo 2:
Lorenzo and Noah doing the Titanic pose on the balcony. Lorenzo screams. "YES! MY FAVORITE!"
"I almost fell off the damn rail," Noah mutters.
"You begged me to do it," Lorenzo says. "You said 'I wanna feel like a Disney princess.'"
"Lies," Noah says, then pauses. "Okay not lies. But look at my arms. Iconic."
"Look at the pot you kicked over," Daisy points.
"That succulent never recovered."
Photo 3:
Rava chugging a comically large beer, me staring at him like a creep. The room goes silent. Daisy snorts. "You look like you're about to propose."
"No. I was just—watching your poor life choices. Closely."
Noah slaps his leg. "He's looking at you like the beer doesn't even matter. That's romance." Rava blushes. Fully. I roll my eyes and flip the page. Fast.
Photo 4:
Daisy taking a selfie while the three of them are…getting tattoos. "You're all nerds," I say.
"I look hot," Daisy says.
"That's the one where I flirted with the tattoo artist and she gave me an extra heart," Noah says.
"She also charged you double," Lorenzo reminds him.
