My Cover Model (A Love Like That #1) - R.L. Kenderson Page 0,47
screen around, so I could see the two of us.
The first thing I noticed was my red raccoon eyes and eek face upon seeing them. That was what happened when I fell asleep without washing the makeup off my face or taking out my contacts. I used my finger to get most of the black out from under my eyes.
Then, I lifted my phone, so I could see Travis. His face was buried in my neck, and he looked so peaceful. It made me wonder how I’d missed how close he was to me when I first woke up.
I lifted my phone and snapped a few pictures of us. I then swiped through them in hopes that I’d gotten a good one. I wanted one that I would be able to look at someday in the future and remember this weekend. I paused on my favorite and smiled.
“Did you just take a picture of me sleeping?”
I jumped, thinking Travis had still been asleep.
I held up my phone and showed him. “I did. But don’t worry. I won’t post it on social media or anything.” As much as I would love to brag about whose bed I was in, that wasn’t something I would do.
He chuckled and squeezed my waist. “What’s with you taking pictures of me sleeping next to you?”
I frowned. “What do you mean? I only just did it now.”
“What about the book signing in Iowa?” I could hear the smile in his voice.
I almost turned over to defend myself, but I remembered that I hadn’t brushed my teeth last night. “That wasn’t me. That was Harper. You were awake for that?”
He kissed the back of my head. “Not at first, but I woke up when you were arguing about taking the pictures.”
“Ugh…how embarrassing. I apologize for my friend.”
“Do you have the pictures?”
“Yes…I do,” I reluctantly admitted.
“Let me see.”
I swiped through my pictures until I got the ones that Harper had taken in Iowa of Travis sleeping on my hotel bed. I held my phone up to show him.
He took it from my hand.
“Hey,” I said, but I didn’t try to get it back. If he wanted to delete them, he had every right.
Travis rolled to his back, and so did I. I watched him as he looked at the pictures. It was taking him a while, but finally, he handed my phone back to me.
I looked through the images. “You didn’t delete them.”
“Why would I?”
I shrugged. “Because Harper took your picture without your permission.”
Travis pulled me, so I was lying on his chest. “I thought it was funny. I actually sent them to myself.”
My eyes widened. I hadn’t expected that.
Travis rubbed his hand down my naked back, butt, and leg. “When do you have to get up?”
I kissed his neck. “Now, unfortunately.”
“I was afraid of that.” He released his arms, and I sat up. “I think I’m going to do a quick workout. You want to come?”
I looked over my shoulder to answer him but got sidetracked by the image of a tan, muscular, naked model in the middle of white sheets that barely covered his goods. I took a deep breath, wishing I could take a picture of him now. “Um…no, thanks. I have to go and set up.”
Travis winced. “Oh. I should probably help you with that. I kind of forgot. Sorry, sexy.”
“It’s okay.” I patted his leg. “I kind of like to set up by myself. Harper says I’m anal about how my table looks. Go and work out. We’ll meet up when we’re both done.”
He sat up and pulled me toward him. He kissed me long and thoroughly, unbrushed teeth be damned. “It’s a deal.”
Twenty-Nine
Sydney
As another reader left my table, I looked at Travis. “You’re like female catnip.” I tilted my head to the side. “Well, more like straight-female-slash-gay-male catnip.”
Travis chuckled.
“You laugh, but I wish I could put you in my bag and take you to all my signings with me.”
He grinned. “Why don’t you then?”
Surely, he was joking. There was no way he wanted to come to every one of these events. He probably had bigger and better things to do. Rather than responding, I just laughed. But it did get me thinking that I needed to look into having other models who might be kind enough to join me for a book signing.
I always felt awkward about asking because it probably wasn’t that much fun for them.