You had always been a little obsessed with Taylor Sloane. Ever since you saw her on social media, effortlessly curating her life into a series of aesthetic posts, you couldn’t help but admire her. She was everything you aspired to be—stylish, charismatic, and incredibly talented. So, when you got the chance to spend time with her at her place, you felt like you were living in a dream.

The two of you had spent the day chatting, sharing stories, and enjoying each other’s company. Taylor was just as engaging and captivating in person as she was online, and you felt yourself getting lost in her world. The more you talked, the more you realized how much you wanted to capture her essence—the way she laughed, the sparkle in her eyes, the way she lit up when she talked about her passions.

As the evening wore on, you found yourself sitting cross-legged on the floor of Taylor’s living room, surrounded by soft pillows and cozy blankets. Taylor had fallen asleep on the couch, a peaceful expression on her face, and you couldn’t resist the urge to capture this intimate moment. You reached for your camera, your heart racing with excitement.

You adjusted the settings, trying to find the perfect angle. The soft light from the fairy lights strung across the room illuminated her features beautifully, creating an almost ethereal glow around her. You snapped a few shots, each click of the shutter sending a thrill through you. This was your chance to immortalize the moment.

But just as you were about to take another picture, Taylor stirred. Blinking awake, she looked around, her gaze settling on you with a sleepy smile. “What are you doing?” she asked, her voice thick with sleep.