JUDE
"Can I kiss you as we take them?"
"No!" I shriek and then turn to Miko, who is sitting next to me, looking at me like a wounded puppy. God, I don't know how I forget how cute he can be sometimes. Especially when he gives me those eyes that he knows will undo any reservation I have.
"Fine, one kiss," I relent.
It's not one; It's five.
Good thing the booth doesn't have a line because we spend over ten minutes in there, as we make faces, kiss, blow each other kisses, as I sit on his lap and fully make out; all while the pictures are getting taken.
The strip is long, and I love it, as we collect it, and Miko seems to love it, too.
"Mmh, baby, I wanna go to the bathroom before we leave. Wanna come?"
I am still looking at my favourite shot. It's him and I seated next to each other, but Miko is looking at me, the way he looks at me. It feels candid because I remember telling him he can't just look at me; he needs to do something.
