“So, photos?” Kieran set the box down. “If we’re gonna do this thing, should probably do it while we’ve still got the golden hour light.”
“Golden hour?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Yeah, the hour just before sunset or just after sunrise. It’s… pretty?”
You’re pretty, I didn’t say. Kieran was more than pretty enough in any lighting, we didn’t need specific lighting for him.
“How do you know all this?” I asked.
“Told you, my ridiculous face is all over Instagram,” he said, grinning. “I’ve picked up a few things along the way. Do some nature photography from time to time. Quietly saving up for a better camera.”
Holy shit. Home repairs, gym classes,andphotography. Was there anything Kieran couldn’t do? I was half-expecting him to break into Latin any second now.
“You’re socompetent,” I said, still in awe. “Okay. Golden hour light, got it. So…”
“You said you had an idea?” Kieran asked.
“I did say that, didn’t I?”
I rememberedsayingit, but… I didn’t actually have an idea. Not a good one, anyway.
Kieran raised an eyebrow.
“I’ve written six thousand words today,” I said. “All out of brain.”
“Thatdoessound like a lot,” Kieran said. “How sexy should it be?” he asked.
It took me a solid five seconds to realize he was talking about the photo, and then another five to recover from Kieran asking me how sexy I wanted him to be with me.
Because the answer wasthe maximum amount, and there was no point pretending otherwise.
But I wasn’t sure that’d cut it for my publisher.
“Well. I think it needs to be PG at worst, in case kids see it.”
“So not a full-frontal view of my junk,” Kieran smirked. “Wasn’t really planning on suggesting that.”
“Shame,” I said without thinking. “One of your best features.”
My brain caught up to my mouth a second too late. “I mean, uh. Not that I… I mean, I wouldn’t know, I was so far away and it was kinda dark and have I mentioned how sorry I am for walking in on you?” I asked, desperate to make Kieran forget what I’d just said.
But he wasn’t about to, not judging by the look on his face.
“Best features?” he asked, eyes glittering like a cat that’d just spotted a mouse.
“I was joking,” I said, which wastrue, but somehow didn’t seem like enough of an explanation right now.
“So no particular ideas?” Kieran said, getting his phone out. Maybe to show me something?
I shook my head. I was clearly supposed to be the creative one here, but my mind was blank. How did I demonstrate to the world that I had a cute, suitable, stable boyfriend who liked me?
Before I had time to consider my answer, Kieran wove his fingers into my hair.
“What’re you—”
“Pretend you’re into it,” he said, leaning in close enough to make my stomach swoop.
Right.
