62 fine days

“You are a gift, the fact that you said yes is the best thing

you could have ever given me, sunshine. I don’t need anything else from you, just you.” Nodding her head, Monica motions for him to move on with it and open the box. The moment he lifts the lid she knows what he sees.

Her, in lingerie, all variations of red lingerie. She was nervous as he lifts the first picture and sees that there is another underneath it. Suddenly he sits on the floor, crossed legged with the box in front of him, lifting picture after picture out. He still hasn’t said anything and it’s driving her crazy. Does he hate them that much? “I know they aren’t that good, and I was planning on the pictures being printed into a book, but I ran out of time and had to settle.” He looks up at her with an undecipherable look in his eyes. “Sunshine, these look fucking amazing. I’m torn right now between how much I love these pictures and the knowledge that someone had to take them, which means someone was looking at you