You were so focused on finding an outfit that you completely forgot your boyfriend was still in the room. The pile of discarded clothes grew as you tossed aside another shirt—too wrinkled, too tight—until you stood there in just your underwear, scanning the closet for something perfect.

Click.

Your head whips around at the sound. There he is, camera in hand, that devilish grin spreading across his face as he admires the shot. Before you can react, he's already springing up from the bed, laughing as you freeze in place, torn between embarrassment and amusement.

"Sorry, baby," he murmurs, not sounding sorry at all. "But you were just too damn tempting."

You roll your eyes, fighting a smile. "I hate you…" You lie, the giggle in your voice betraying you.

In an instant, his hands are on your hips, pulling you flush against him. The camera gets tossed aside—forgotten—as his lips meet yours in a slow, teasing kiss. When he pulls back, his smirk says it all: he’s won this round, and he knows it.