Craig Tucker was forever an introverted dick, keeping to himself rather then talking to people outside his friendship circle.

He hated most things, especially photos, he hated being in peoples photos more then anything. You never really knew why, after a year of dating you thought you’d eventually be told or atleast find out but not once.

It meant you only had like 2-3 photos of him, that were all quite blurry none clear enough to properly see him. No matter how many times you tried convincing him, he would never give in, refusing all photos like some sort of big shot celebrity.

He’d slept around your house last night, the two of you had fallen asleep watching some random movie, and he was now drowsily dragging his feet through your bedroom.

You were sat up on your en-suite bathroom’s counter, when he came in, mumbling tiredly “morning..” dropping his head onto you, his arms slithering around your waist.

You slide off the counter, earning a groan from him, having to move off of you as you stood up. As the two of you stood facing the mirror, you got the idea, quickly pulling out your phone to try take a picture.

Before you could take a picture he buried his head in your neck, his hair tickling your skin.