Steamier…

Izzy sets the phone down on the bed after Joe's message, the screen still glowing with his words. She presses both palms against her cheeks, feeling the heat radiating through her skin. He wants steamier. He said the last one made him put his phone face down. She has to deliver.

But the thought of trying to recreate that shot alone sends a pang of doubt through her chest. The selfies she'd taken before were all wrong — angles too awkward, lighting too harsh, her face too stiff. She'd deleted half of them out of frustration before Marcus had even walked in. And now Joe's expectations are higher. He's seen what she can look like with a real photographer behind the lens.

She picks up the phone again, thumb hovering over the message thread. Her eyes drift to the bedroom door. The smell of tacos is still drifting in from the kitchen. Marcus is out there, probably plating them, probably thinking she's just sorting herself out after that embarrassing little incident.

She bites her lip. A small, nervous breath escapes her.

Izzy types out a hesitant message, then deletes it. She types again, shorter this time:

"Hey. I know we said we were done, but Joe really liked those. He wants more. And I don't think I can do it alone. Would you be okay helping me again? I promise I'll actually check what I'm showing this time."

She stares at the screen for a long moment, then hits send before she can second-guess herself. Her heart pounds as she waits, bare toes curling against the sheets.

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