Jameson’s POV

“Is this okay?” Aria asked, standing by the ivy-covered brick wall, her hand adjusting the tassel on her graduation cap.

I was still scrolling through my phone, adjusting the camera angle. I glanced up and studied the way she stood. “Your shoulder’s slanted. Straighten it a little.”

She adjusted her stance, shifting slightly. Her dress hugged her bump in a way that made her look powerful and soft at the same time. I raised the phone and clicked.

She blinked at the ...