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“Now… it’s your turn,” Charlotte couldn’t believe Sidney'd never taken a selfie. “Give me your hands.”
He put his palms up, sarcastically, like a child accepting an unwanted gift. Then moved to hold the phone with his thumbs and forefingers.
Charlotte could see the sunset wasn’t in frame. “Lower your hands,” she instructed. “Good. That’s it.”
Sidney’s first attempt was blurry. “Here,” Charlotte pressed a hand to his spine. “Keep your back straight.”
“Keep touching me like that,” his eyes connected with hers through the lens, “and I’ll have to take you back to bed.”
“Mmm… please do,” she flirted.