390 Future Girlfriend

Emily raised her hand with a smirk. “Come on, let’s go. What do you want to eat? Today’s my treat.”

Jackson exaggerated his reaction, feigning shock. “Wow, the Director of Design at Stardream Group is treating me to a meal? What an honor! I think I should commemorate this moment somehow.”

“How are you going to—hey, what are you doing?”

Before Emily could finish her sentence, Jackson pulled her into an embrace, wrapping his arm around her waist and planting a quick kiss on her cheek. He snapped a selfie at the same time, capturing the moment.

“What the—”

Jackson looked smugly at the picture on his phone, a satisfied grin spreading across his face. “Finally! After all these years, I’ve managed to steal a kiss.”

Emily frowned and reached into her bag for a tissue to wipe her face. “You got your saliva all over me.”