“You deserve to be spoiled.” Summer arched back against him, smiling. “I thought you might like to try photography. I found my nice DSLR camera in the closet and brought it along.”
“Says who?” He challenged playfully and traced lazy circles against her abdomen, lips trailing across her bare shoulders. “Yeah? I think I would — you won’t mind if most of my pictures are of you though, right?”
She huffed a laugh, embarrassed. “For this trip, it’s your camera, and as long as you don’t break it or ruin it you can do what you want. And I get to take some pictures of you.”