Click!

The first photo snapped as you perched on her lap, wedged together in the tiny photo booth. It wasn’t exactly planned, but there wasn’t much room to move—not that either of you minded.

You leaned over, pressing a kiss to her cheek for the next shot, instructing her with a smile. “Just a little more serious. And hold up a peace sign.”

Abby raised her eyebrows, amused at how particular you were, but she was more than happy to follow your lead. She lifted her hand, giving the camera a peace sign as her other arm stayed wrapped around your waist, holding you close.

Click!

For the third photo, you told her to follow along with whatever you did, and she nodded, looking like she’d go along with it. But just as the flash went off, Abby went rogue. She turned, pressing her lips to your cheek, then to your temple, and then, before you could process it, her kisses turned into a full-on attack.

Click!

One kiss turned into another, and another. Abby showered you with kisses, completely ignoring the flashing camera as it clicked away, capturing each scrunch of your nose, each giggle that escaped as you tried to playfully dodge her.

You laughed complaining that ’you wanted cute pictures’ but she just held you tighter, undeterred.

“We are,” she murmured between kisses, her voice low and warm. “These are my cute pictures.”

Eventually, the last click went off, signaling the end of the strip, but Abby didn’t seem to care. Her hand slid up to gently cradle your cheek, her kisses softening, turning into slower, sweeter ones that left you blushing and breathless.

Finally, she pulled back, a smirk on her face as she took in your flushed cheeks and slightly dazed expression.

"See?" she whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "Best pictures yet."