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She kissed him not caring about how she looked or propriety. She did what she felt and she felt like kissing him twice, so she did.
After lunch, they did a little sightseeing, stopped for frozen custard then headed for the train station. As the train barreled back to Manhattan, Evie turned to William. She felt shy, but wanted a photo of him. “May I take a picture of you?” She knew once again she was crossing a line, but she felt selfish and wanted something just for her.
He chuckled at her formality. “Yes, if you want.”
She took a picture of him looking at her the way she most liked to see him, in like of her. His darkened eyes said more and everything that they both knew it was too early to say and she hoped to hold onto that look forever with the photo.
When the photo loaded onto the screen, she stared at it. She was soft spoken, but he heard her. “You look sexy like this.”
The right side of his mouth lifted into a smile, a bit confident, a tad cocky. He pulled his phone out and flipped through the options. William stopped and smiled at his display. “I think you look really sexy like this.” He turned the phone around for her to see and her mouth dropped open.
“When did you take that?” She tried to act mad, but she thought the picture was funny.
“I like the way you’re about to lick the ice cream, tongue out all greedy-like.” He laughed again when her fist hit his arm. “Okay, okay. I shouldn’t have taken it without you knowing, but I really do think you’re pretty damn sexy eating ice cream. That right there is what fantasies are made of,” he said, pointing at the picture.
“Ewww! Stop it right now. No doing anything dirty while looking at that picture,” she demanded, trying to grab the phone.
He held it out of her reach and continued the joke. “I don’t need this picture. It’s burned into my brain.” He felt her playfully hit his arm again. Grabbing her hand, he eyed her. “No worries. I only have chaste thoughts about you.” He tried to sound convincing by saying that with a straight face.
But her expression changed. “Well, that’s disappointing.”
Putting his arm around her, he squeezed her into his side and laughed. His grin got even bigger when she relaxed into him for the remainder of the ride back to New York.
Luck was something Evie didn’t feel was on her side. She was focusing on more proven methods of destiny, like action.
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