Chapter Twenty-One
Lennon
“Take a selfie with me,” I say, plopping on the couch next to him, so close that our shoulders touch.
“Another one?” he asks with a laugh, side-glancing at the way my body presses to his.
I hold out my phone until our faces are in the frame. “Can you at least look like you’re happily married?” I tease, scooting even closer. “Put your arm around me or something. We’re supposed to convince them we’re newlyweds and all.”
Hunter clears his throat, rubs his hands over his jeans, and then wraps his arm around me. It falls to my hip so I can lean into him, my shoulder resting against his chest as my forehead presses against his cheek. “Say cheese!”
I hold my phone up again, and we look into the camera. Hunter’s forced smile makes me laugh. “Can you at least pretend
