“You look gorgeous, baby.” I tell you, the camera flashing perfectly to highlight your tanned skin. “Okay, turn around and ruffle your hair.” I command and you do as you’re told, ruffling your hair as I snap multiple pictures so we can choose the perfect one for your instagram later on.

I love being the person behind your photos that always turn out great after vacation. I love it. I just love sitting down, opening my laptop and editing a few pictures for you while you talk my ear off. Everything has been so good since I found myself the most stunning, lovely model who not only loves having her picture taken, but makes me feel so loved. You support everything that I love, like photography.

I’ve grown up taking pictures of anything that looks aesthetically pleasing, just for memories and to show my mother what I’ve been up to. She loves all of it, she still does. She knows that I work on pictures for you and she always asks to see the finished piece. She gets just as excited as you do, knowing that it’s great practice for what I’m doing in university.

The sunset catches your features, the light on my camera making your eyes shine. I admire the pictures as I flick through them. “Yeah, these are great. Come look.” I shout to you with a smile, looking up as you almost trip over your step in the sand. You manage to stand next to me, leaning into my side and you take the camera into your hands. “You press this button to go to the next one.” I tell you, pointing to the button and you press it.

“You’re so beautiful, my love.” I compliment you for the millionth time in 5 minutes. I press my lips to your temple as your lips curve into a smile at the photos I’ve taken. “So, so pretty.” I whisper against your skin, my right hand clutching the bare skin of your waist where your dress has a slit.