[he looks at her then, voice sure, smiles just for her as he untangles from her arms and tucks the box of photos back in the closet before returning to the warmth and comfort of her embrace, kiss pressed to her cheek. his long held feelings for his ex might be something that still linger there in the background, never completely gone, but that's not going to cause any issues with what he feels for her. not at all. he may be unsure about lots of things — how to fix global warming, what's the best dessert in brooklyn — but he knows she's special, knows that she's the kind of person he wants sticking around.]
Do you really want to be naked for these photos?
[because he doesn't need pictures of her for those times when he'd like her there in his bed and she isn't. he'd be just as happy to capture the normal things in their life — her eating pizza, the mornings when she uses that damn coffee mug, the way she looks when the sunlight streams through his windows and she's just begun to blink her eyes open, or how she looks at the end of the night, face scrubbed clean. if it is though, he's going to be sure to keep them classy, subtle — her bare shoulder, her exposed back with his sheets pooling around her hips, her hands.]
Because you don't have to be, but I like that you trust me enough that you'd consider it and I like how you look in my bed. So much. But I also just like you in my apartment, in my space in general.
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[he looks at her then, voice sure, smiles just for her as he untangles from her arms and tucks the box of photos back in the closet before returning to the warmth and comfort of her embrace, kiss pressed to her cheek. his long held feelings for his ex might be something that still linger there in the background, never completely gone, but that's not going to cause any issues with what he feels for her. not at all. he may be unsure about lots of things — how to fix global warming, what's the best dessert in brooklyn — but he knows she's special, knows that she's the kind of person he wants sticking around.]
Do you really want to be naked for these photos?
[because he doesn't need pictures of her for those times when he'd like her there in his bed and she isn't. he'd be just as happy to capture the normal things in their life — her eating pizza, the mornings when she uses that damn coffee mug, the way she looks when the sunlight streams through his windows and she's just begun to blink her eyes open, or how she looks at the end of the night, face scrubbed clean. if it is though, he's going to be sure to keep them classy, subtle — her bare shoulder, her exposed back with his sheets pooling around her hips, her hands.]
Because you don't have to be, but I like that you trust me enough that you'd consider it and I like how you look in my bed. So much. But I also just like you in my apartment, in my space in general.