"You, probably," I say.
Her laugh gets louder. "You know me. Can't stop talking about porn." She hands her phone to me.
I open her camera app.
Frame the image the best I can.
I don't know a lot about photography, but I do know composition.
Click, click.
Emma shakes her head. "I didn't look cute."
"Yeah, you did."
"No. I need a pose. Count me down."
I arch a brow.
"You know, three, two, one."
"Okay…"
She turns. Places her hand on her hip. Blows the camera a kiss.
Fuck, it's adorable.
Sassy. Sweet. Emma.
"Three, two, one."Click.
"Take a few. So I have options."
"You think your best friend cares if you look cute?"
"I asked for pictures, not sass."
"You didn't specify that."
She laughs. "You're usually good at following instructions."
I raise a brow.
"Oh my God, stop with that."
"I didn't say anything."
"You said everything." She moves to the other side of the room and poses.
Click, click. "No idea what you're talking about."
"Uh-huh."
We move into the hallway.
Click, click.
"Why are you so obsessed with that anyway?" she asks. "Do you have a secret desire to be tied up?"