“Please?” he asked and I stepped aside.
He came inside silently, moving through my home like it was his own place, which warmed my heart.
He hung his jacket on the hook, right over top of mine, went to the living room, pushed the throw out of the way and sat on the couch, patting the seat next to him for me to take.
Why was I so nervous?!
Kamran had come here for a reason, and I had a feeling it was something big by the way he was looking at me and the way he was holding that book like it was something precious.The determination in his eyes wasn’t to be ignored either.
Swallowing, I went to his side, slowly lowering, leaving space between us.
He gave the empty space a look and pursed his lips, but didn’t say anything.
“You going to tell me why you’re here?” I asked.
With a fortifying breath, Kamran nodded and then lowered the book he was holding so that I could see the cover.
It was his wedding album.
Hurt shot through me. I didn’t know where exactly he was going with this, but seeing their picture together felt a little bit like he was rubbing it in my face.
“What the hell is this about?” I demanded.
“Just look at it,” he said softly. “Please.”
Too weak to ever say no to him, I grudgingly opened the book.
The first pictures were of Melissa getting ready, followed by the groomsmen.
Kamran looked so good in these pictures. Almost as good as he’d looked on the day. After flipping through a few pages I sighed and looked at him.
“What’s the point of this Kamran?”
“Don’t you notice something about them, Ry?”
“Like what?” I asked incredulously. “You got married. It was a nice wedding. I remember. I was there.”
“Ryan,” he sighed. “Lookat the pictures would you?”
I looked down at the book in my lap at a loss.
“Look at this one,” he said, pointing to a picture of all the groomsmen together. I shook my head, confused and he flipped to another page, pointing at a picture of him and Melissa dancing.
“What—”
He pointed into the shadows behind them and there I was, looking forlorn.
“Shit,” I muttered.
“Yeah.”
I flipped uneasily back to the picture of the groomsmen and saw that I was the only one not looking at the camera. Nope. I was looking at Kamran. I couldn’t even blame past-me because he was looking so good that day. In fact, in nearly every picture of me that made it into this book, I was staring at him. I’d always been a love-sick fool, I’d just thought I was better at hiding it.
“Now look at how I look at Melissa,” Kamran instructed, pointing out a couple pictures of them together. He looked happy with a bright smile in all of them. My stomach twisted into a knot.
“Where are you going with this?” I asked.
“I’m going here,” he said and flipped the pages again until coming to a stop at a picture of the three of us together.
