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After we’ve been dancing awhile and need a breather, we walk off the dance floor. I whip out my cell and say, “Pose for me.”The first picture I take is of him trying to pose like a cool bad boy. It makes me laugh. I take another one before he can strike a pose this time.”Let’s take one of the both of us,” he says, pulling me close. I press my cheek against his while he takes my cell and puts it as far away as he can reach, then freezes this perfect moment with a click. After the picture is taken, he pulls me into his arms and kisses me.
