Comfort

"Yeah just like that. Next, lay back down on the bed, we can take a few more from the front angle" Marcus says

Izzy hesitates for a moment, her heart beating a little faster as she processes his direction. But then she nods, a soft exhale escaping her lips. She straightens up slowly, her bare feet finding the edge of the bed, and she turns to face him. The dress clings to her body, the fabric having shifted during her bending pose, leaving one shoulder completely exposed and the neckline dipping low against her chest.

"Okay," she says quietly, almost to herself. She settles back onto the mattress, stretching out on her side first, one arm resting beneath her head. She looks at him through the fall of her dark hair, a faint blush warming her cheeks. "Is this good?"

Marcus lowers the phone for a second, studying her through the lens. "Perfect. Now roll onto your back. Let your knees bend, feet flat on the bed. Arms above your head."

Izzy follows the instructions without questioning, her body moving into the position he describes. She rolls onto her back, knees bending, bare feet pressing into the sheets. She lifts her arms above her head, the pink dress riding up along her hips, exposing the soft curve of her thighs and the edge of her underwear. She tilts her chin up, looking toward the ceiling, and waits.