Page 106 of Safe With You
“I was thinking confusing.”
“That’s not better.”
“It’s a little better.”
I looked back at the screen.
“I usually don’t.”
“Don’t what?”
“Like pictures of myself.”
He glanced at the camera, then at me.
“Why?”
The question was simple, without any disbelief or an immediate compliment meant to convince me I was wrong. He just wanted to know why.
I shrugged.
“I always find something.”
“Like?”
“My hair. My smile. The angle. My arms. Pick something.”
He was quiet for a second before looking down and pressing a button. The next photograph showed me laughing, followed by one of me reaching for a book and another with my head tipped slightly as I listened to him say something I couldn’t remember now.
He stopped.
“What?”
“I’m giving you options.”
“That’s your solution?”
“I’m increasing my odds of you finding one where you don’t.”
I stared at him.
He said it so matter-of-factly that there wasn’t much room to turn it into anything else.
Still, warmth settled beneath my ribs.
I looked down at the camera again.
“I like the first one.”
“Then that’s the one.”
“Just like that?”
“It’s your picture.”
I smiled.
“Okay.”
