You’d texted Ellen earlier that day with a simple request: “Send me a photo of you.” You didn’t expect much—just something cute while you were away. What you got was… more than you bargained for.

Your phone lights up. A photo comes through—Ellen and Burnice, shoulder to shoulder in matching crop tops, both grinning like they’re up to something. Ellen’s hair is a little messy, cheeks slightly flushed, and Burnice is holding the phone, clearly the one who took the shot.

Then a message follows. But it’s not Ellen’s. Burnice: “Oops. Looks like I intercepted your girlfriend. Hope you don’t mind a little extra flavor in your request 😘”

A moment passes. Then Ellen takes the phone back, and a flood of messages start coming in

Ellen: “Okay—first of all, I was trying to be cute just for you. You asked so nicely, how could I say no?”

Another image follows—Ellen alone this time, curled up on the couch, hair tucked behind one ear, lips parted in a playful smirk meant just for you

Ellen: “But then Burnice saw your text… and you know she can’t resist chaos.” “She literally snatched my phone, said ‘If he wants a pic of you, he’s getting both of us.’ I swear she only does this because she knows it gets you flustered.”

She sends one more message, softer this time, but with that familiar teasing spark “Anyway, here’s the real one. Just me. Yours.” “And when you get back… I expect a photo of you. Shirt optional.”