Page 14 of Wrapped Up in Holly

“Kay. One sec.”

I texted him the few pictures I’d saved on my phone.

A few moments later, he hummed. “Babe.”

“Hm?” I bit into my bottom lip.

“I can see your nipples.”

I giggled at the mix of surprise and possession in his voice. “You cannot.”

“Yes. Totally. I can make out the whole outline of them.”

“But you can’t actuallyseethem,” I said, and it was a while before he responded.

“Are people going to see your tits?”

I twisted my hair around my finger. “I don’t know what kind of jobs I’ll get, but modeling isn’t like… You have to be comfortable being naked.”

“Are you?” he asked, sounding so sincerely worried for me.

I honestly wasn’t sure. “You’re the only person who’s seen me naked.”

He grunted. He liked that answer.

“I’m not looking forward to being naked in front of other people, but a body is a body, you know? Models are interchangeable.”

This time, his grunt wasn’t happy. “You’re not interchangeable to me.”

I pressed my palm against my cheek, my mouth pulled wide with a smile.

“Where are you right now?” he asked.

“In my room.”

“Is the door closed?”

“No, why?”

“Close it,” he said in a gruff voice that I didn’t think I’d ever heard him use before, and without consciously making a decision, I got up to close the door.

“It’s closed.”

“Good. Now, I want you to get naked and take a picture of yourself to send to me.”

I gasped. We’d never sent naked photos to each other before.

“You want me to…”

“Take a picture of yourself naked and send it to me.”

“Evan… I…”

“Come on. One little picture.”

I stared at myself in the mirror. Did he want a selfie in the mirror like Kim Kardashian or, like, a posed photo on the bed? I asked him, and he sighed. “I don’t care. I just need to see you.”

I decided on laying back on the bed and extending my arm up, aiming to get as much of myself as I could in the frame and sent it off before I could overthink it. I could tell when he’d received it because he breathed audibly.

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