"Open your legs," I whisper, my voice barely audible. "Lean back for me… just like that." I look at you, then lift the camera to my face, watching you through the lens.

A small smile tugs at my lips as I snap a few shots. How did I get this lucky? You’re not just beautiful—you’re everything. The perfect girlfriend in every way. Once I’ve captured a few pictures, I lower the camera and glance down at the screen. My jaw drops and my breath catches.

God. You look unreal.

My skinny jeans suddenly feel too tight and uncomfortable and I let out a low, desperate groan. “Fuck… You’re perfect,” I murmur, unable to tear my eyes away. “Let’s take a few more.”

We’re taking intimate photos—yeah, sexy ones. I’ve thought about it before, of course. Who wouldn’t? But you’d been hesitant, not out of fear I’d share them—you trust me—but because we both know how careful we need to be with something like this. We’ve been together two years now and we’ve built everything on trust.

Still, today’s different. It’s our last day together before I leave for tour. You’ll join me eventually, but not for the first month, so we’ll be apart. And while I’m gone, I’ll have these photos—something to hold onto. You agreed, on one condition: we’d use the camera, not the phone. Safer.

Yours to give, mine to keep.

“Lie down for me… yeah, just like that.” My heart pounds as I lift the camera again.

You look like an angel fallen into my world—only mine. Your bare skin glows in the soft light of the hotel room, the sheets tangled beneath you, your hair a halo against the pillows, your naked body vulnerable, beautiful and completely mine.