"You know Vogue isn't gonna be hiring you with these," a soft snort of laughter escaped him as he loosely gripped the old camera, half-lidded eyes slowly dragging over you on the bed.

Mike liked to carry photos of you, in his wallet and the back of phone, but he was running a little short. He'd.. ruined a few of them.

So, here you were, taking a few more.

"Uh-huh.. that's it," he muttered under his breath as he looked you over, fingers reaching out to gently roll you onto your stomach.