Probably.
We can’t unsex the sex we already had. It’s not possible. He knows what my vagina tastes like, for goodness’ sake.
I blush and wish I hadn’t thought about it.
The photographer cocks her head one way and then the other, still looking at the four of us.
“Put your arms around each other at the waist, in a line,” she tells us.
Magma frowns. Then he moves in and puts his arm around me, his hand landing at my waist, big and warm. I do the same, sliding my arm around him, and good grief, there is a lot of him. He’s all muscle under that suit. He feels tense, his whole side rigid against mine.
Guys don’t like having this many pictures taken of them. That’s all this is. Flint doesn’t look thrilled either.
I’m overthinking all of this.
The photographer snaps away, calling out directions.
“Look at each other.”
“Look at the camera.”
“Look toward the chapel.”
“Great! Wonderful! That’s it. Yes!”
On and on.
“Now just the two of you,” she tells Magma and me.
Oh, my word!
Okay.
Shit!
Magma doesn’t look impressed. I think he’s had enough. I don’t blame him. My feet are starting to hurt, and we haven’t even started with the fun part yet.
Cath and Flint step out of frame. Magma’s hand stays where it is. She takes a few of us like that, then has him stand behind me with both hands on my shoulders, then side by side.
One where he looks at me and I look at the camera.
Once again, she takes about a billion shots of us.
“Beautiful,” the photographer says. “You two photograph very well together.”
Don’t say that.
Then it’s Flint and Cath’s turn, which takes all of half a minute because Flint charms the photographer into laughing through half the shots and Cath is a natural.
“Now I want the bride with her ladies,” the photographer announces. “You gents can wait over there.” She points the males toward the chapel steps and beckons the three of us with one finger. “Over here by the fountain.”
We do exactly as she says, and it doesn’t take long before she’s happy.
“You ladies are done,” the photographer tells Cath and me, lowering her camera. “I still need the groom and groomsmen. And then I want just the two of you,” she tells Robyn, looking pointedly at Ridge, who nods and heads over.
I push out a breath.
“We’ll see you in there,” Cath tells the others.
