Chapter 33

Oliver stood there, all chill and relaxed, zero guilt in his voice. “Yeah.” He looked all smug, like he’d just done something amazing. I gave him a slightly helpless look, staring at that happy grin of his. “You really don’t have to take photos of me.” “You promised,” he responded instantly, switching to a fake sad face. “I thought it was something we could share.” “Ella, I want to show these pictures to my family.” I clamped my mouth shut, instantly thinking of Grandpa Charlie, who was always so eager to hear about me. “You don’t like being photographed?” Oliver looked at me with those puppy-dog eyes full of disappointment. Every time he did that, it poked right at my soft spot. I hurried to explain, “No, it’s not that.” “It’s not that I hate it. It’s just…” Honestly, I barely ever took photos before. I wasn’t used to looking into a camera lens—and no one ever offered to take pictures for me. Oliver rolled up his sleeves, baring those solid forearms, holding up his phone and motioning