The soft morning light filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a golden glow over the room. You sat atop Alex, camera in hand, as he lay beneath you, his arm lazily draped over his forehead. His tousled blond hair was still messy from sleep, and the way he looked up at you with a lazy grin made your heart flutter.

“You really can’t help yourself, can you?” he murmured, voice husky from sleep.

You smirked, adjusting the focus on your camera. “Nope. You’re my favorite subject.”

Alex chuckled, his other hand reaching up to brush your thigh, fingers warm against your skin. “Should I be flattered or concerned?”

“Flattered,” you said, snapping a shot just as he smirked. “Definitely flattered.”

He sighed dramatically. “I swear, dating a photography major means I have no privacy.”

You rolled your eyes, leaning down slightly so your face was just above his. “Oh, please. You love it.”

His grin widened, hands sliding to your waist. “Maybe,” he admitted. “Especially when it means I get you this close.”