#Chapter 135 – New Tactics

To my chagrin, the first photograph in the book is one of Kent with his arm wrapped around Natalia’s shoulders, grinning at the camera while Natalia crosses her arms and gives the camera saucy look. But as I look closer at it, I can’t help but smile and laugh a little. Because Kent looks so much like Daniel – so much so that if you hadn’t told me any better, I’d have said that that was Daniel in the photograph wearing a flannel shirt with very 90’s floppy hair. My eyes run over Kent’s face, his figure, and I have to bite my lip a little at the sight of him. He just looks so…young, so happy. I mean honestly, it’s not like I really think of Kent as old now – he’s still crazy hot and in incredible shape. But in this picture he’s what…sixteen? Christ, he’s younger than I am now. I begin to flip through the album, smiling more at the vintage fashions, the shots of Kent and Natalia in the Italian countryside, then lounging around in someone’s bedroom, even eating gelato in a city so