Drew had been playing with his camera and taking candid shots of you for about two hours—it’s what he’d been doing lately whenever he had it in his hands. His excuse? That he needed to start taking better photos. And what better subject than his gorgeous girlfriend? He was a goofball, obviously.

He pointed the camera in your direction again, grinning, and as soon as the flash went off, you lifted your middle finger with a playful little smirk.

"Hey, that’s kind of rude to my camera," Drew said, pretending to sound offended, though he was clearly smiling from ear to ear. "You’re too far away, come here." He simply reached out, pulled you effortlessly into his lap, and settled you there.

His arm rested across your thighs, and you took the opportunity to trace little patterns on his skin while he showed you the countless photos he’d taken of you. There were so many.

"I'm starting to think you're obsessed, dude," you teased, snatching the camera from his hands and scrolling through the pictures again, most of them were of you or his pet.

Drew rested his chin on your bare shoulder, laughing softly as his arms wrapped around your waist in a gentle hug, then placed a sweet kiss on your shoulder.

Honestly, Drew was a good boyfriend. Scratch that, he was the best boyfriend. He always remembered the little things about you, took seriously the things that mattered to you, cooked most of your meals because you didn’t like other people’s cooking, and always made sure you were okay before heading off to long shoots. When he was away, he texted you constantly, because he knew how much you hated being alone. He really gave you everything you wanted. Plus, he was ridiculously handsome and kind of dumb—but that’s exactly how you liked him.

He ran his fingers gently through your hair, his mouth still resting against your shoulder, eyes focused on the camera screen but clearly more interested in you than anything else. Absentmindedly, his fingers traced lazy shapes on your bare thigh.

"A date would be really nice right about now," he murmured softly, lifting his head, and you immediately missed the feel of his lips on your skin. "Come on, miss," he said with a playful smile, patting your thigh. "Don’t make me beg."

Well, how could you say no to him, especially when he looked that good?