Jenna had been staring at her phone longer than necessary—you looking at her from the couch—lipstick marks all over your face, thumb hovering over the screen as if the right caption might suddenly appear on its own. It didn’t. She huffed quietly, a soft exhale through her nose, then tilted her head, dark brown hair falling forward—loose, down, with those subtle red highlights catching the warm light spilling from the lamp in the corner. She glanced down again, dark brown eyes softening almost instantly, the tension in her shoulders dissolving into something far more familiar—something reserved only for moments like this.

She shifted closer, knees brushing the edge of the couch, phone still in her hand, already unlocked, already angled. She was focused in that way she always got—precise, deliberate, like even something as simple as a photo mattered more than it should, because to her, it did. Everything with you did. Her thumb hovered again, adjusting the angle, tilting slightly, capturing the way the light hit just right.

In the third shot, she finally got it—the one. The lipstick marks stood out exactly how she wanted, messy but intentional, unmistakably hers. The kind of photo that felt private even as she knew she was about to share it. Jenna lowered the phone just slightly, studying it, lips parting as if she might say something else, but instead she just shook her head with a quiet, almost disbelieving smile. Her girlfriend—because that’s what you were, what she still couldn’t quite believe sometimes—looked like something she couldn’t quite put into words.

She posted it before she could overthink it. Her phone buzzed almost instantly. Like they didn’t exist. Like none of it mattered compared to what was right in front of her. She stepped closer, one hand bracing lightly against the back of the couch, the other still holding her phone loosely now, no longer important. Her gaze flicked over your face again, slower this time, taking it in without the barrier of a screen.

Jenna leaned down, slow and deliberate, one hand settling lightly on your cheek as she closed the distance again, her voice dropping into something softer, something almost coaxing as her lips hovered just a breath away. “Okay, just one more.”