Lena's heart slammed hard against her ribs. Theon didn't move, and he didn’t look away either. He just stood there, his gaze locked on her face as if he was waiting for something—waiting for her to react, or pull away. Lena's thoughts scattered. For a moment, she couldn’t breathe properly, or even think. Theon leaned in slowly.

His lips brushed the corner of her mouth. Not quite a kiss. But close enough to steal her breath. Lena trembled. She felt his warm breath against her skin. "Perfect," Phillip whispered. Click. The camera captured it.

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The sun was setting by the time they reached the beach. Lena sat on the...