Dominic parted the kiss, his forehead still resting against hers. His breathing was steady but heavier than usual, as though he was holding something back. His eyes, sharp and dark, softened into something almost boyish.
"Pictures," he murmured, the word slipping out before he could stop it. He cleared his throat. "Can we take pictures?"
Celeste blinked. Then she laughed. A real laugh. It bubbled up from her chest before she could stop it. She tilted her head back slightly, with her fingers still tangled in his hair.
Dominic froze. Not because he was offended, but because he was listening. He was truly listening. That laugh—it had been too long since he heard it like this. Free. Effortless. His lips parted slightly, and he found himself drinking it in as if it were the most precious thing in the world.
Celeste caught the stillness in his body and furrowed her brows. "What?" she teased, her voice light. "Don't tell me you're serious."
