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You curled your fingers around his popped open vest, pulling his chest closer to yours. He grinned and brushed his fingers up under the hem of your t-shirt.
"I'm so proud of you," you smiled, moving your hands up and around his neck. "And you're going to do amazing on that stage."
"I love you so much," Ryan peppered your lips, fingers tracing the indents of your skin.
"I love you, too," you replied, pressing your lips together once more.
"Hey, lovebirds!" someone yelled down the vast hallway, gaining your attention. You leaned against Ryan, raising your eyebrows at Jeremy. "We kinda need our Specs!"
"Yeah, yeah," you waved him off.
You connected hands, slowly trailing back to the conjoined dressing room. Outside the door, you fumbled with your guest pass, rocking on your heels. "Go kill 'em, babe," you leaned in for another kiss.
You, being the photographer for the company, waited in the same spot for the next five minutes, filming the boys as they trotted past you. When Ryan did, he gave you a huge, strained smile and a muscled thumbs up. Behind the camera, he kissed your cheek and ran away.
"That's PDA!" Ryan Breslin shouted as he ran past the two of you.
