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Through my next two classes I keep thumbing at the pictures from the web, his face is tipped down so the camera doesn’t capture his features, but his brows are drawn, even from here I can sense his intensity, feel it as he whispered in my ear for me to lean into him.

Oh snappers.

If I knew this was going to be the result I’d have said a big fat no.

Lowering my phone to my lap I quickly text

Me: Did you see the pictures of us on the internet?

Ian Quinn: Yes, I approved them.

He what?! Couldn’t he have approved another picture, like one where we stood side by side or walked arm in arm past the gaggle of photographers! Any other but theses would have been appropriate.

Me: Have them take it down.

Ian Quinn: Don’t like it?”

I can almost hear the sound of his annoying laughter.

Me: Y.E.S.

I made sure to capitalize in case he didn't get it.

Ian Quinn: What’s wrong with it?

Excluding the fact that I was practically laying on him and we were standing so close, intimate. We were sharin