I stared between Ethan and Baron, they were sizing each other up. No one said anything, except for the photographer who was chattering away about retrying the picture.
“No, no!” He tsked, “Readers want some spice, not cheeky kisses!”
Ethan looked back at me, a question in his eyes. I nodded, not sure what I was actually answering, and he pulled me into a deep kiss. Nothing like the peck I thought we would share. He grabbed the back of my head with one hand, wrapped his other around the small part of my back, and pulled me into him so deeply I thought we might meld together.
The camera clicks, the kids gag and giggle, and Ethan pulls away with a self-satisfied smirk. I, on the other hand, am seeing stars and trying to catch my breath.
I looked back at Baron. He was no longer frozen,
