He kissed my lips lightly and pulled back a little “what do you want?” he whispered against my lips. I ran my hands over his shoulders “you” I...responded in one word. He smiled and pushed me back down leaning over me and unbuckled his belt sliding off his pants. James’s lips were against my neck sucking lightly his hand lifted me to unhook my bra flinging it to the ground. I moaned entangling my fingers in his hair. His lips grazed over my shoulders and my breath quickened as he continued to. She shrugged and moved closer to me. I passed them to her when she held out her hand.“God, I don’t know what you must think,” she said as she flipped through the photos.Some were black and white, others were colour, the tones washed out and faded with age while a few were more recent. Some of the photos were glossy while some had a matt finish. A lot of the monochrome pictures had a white border and there were some polaroids in the shoebox. It was obvious they encompassed a long period of time.. ‘That doesn’t matter,’ she snapped, slamming shut the bottom drawer and pushing herself off the floor. She shook her head at Alex’s offer to help her stand. ‘I would still feel ridiculously exposed, and I don’t want my life used as creative fodder just to be put out there for the whole world to judge!’ Alex frowned in exasperation, his patience wearing thin. He tried not to let his frustration show, however, he was learning from experience that fighting with Holly was not the best way to get. Thlom was performing some particularly stupid antics and it was obvious that everybody was very drunk. I wasn't in the mood for levity so a slunk back to my apartment. Later that night, as I sat brooding in my armchair, Beverly staggered past my open door and hesitated unsteadily. "Hi. H- h- ha-ad a good day?" She gurgled. "An informative one. I saw your original handiwork today." Beverly leaned stupidly against the doorpost and said nothing. In fact she was too drunk to say 'bread' and as she.