LENA'S POV Eventually, it was our turn at the photo booth. We stepped inside. The space was tiny—far too tiny for the sudden pounding in my chest. The moment the curtain closed, every muscle in my body seemed to lock up, as if I'd been caught in a flash of lightning. I had never done this before. Apparently, Tarzan noticed. "Relax, babe." His voice was low and gentle, brushing against my ear. "I am relaxed," I lied, my shoulders climbing toward my ears. "No, you're not." "I am." "You look like you're posing for a driver's license photo." A low chuckle escaped him, vibrating in the cramped space between us. "I do not," I hissed through clenched teeth, shooting him a glare that could've curdled milk. The countdown on the screen began. Three red numbers blinking down to zero. My palms felt damp. "Look at me," he said softly, his eyes never leaving mine. "Forget the camera. It's just us." His eyes held mine, grounding, pulling me out of my own head. "Yo
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