"Ready whenever you are Scottie," said Stacy's giddy voice.
She was holding onto the hem of a knee length white dress, spinning herself around and coyly looking back at me over her shoulder. Her flirtatious smile was dazzling. We were in a studio and there was a spotlight on her.
"Are you going to take the photo or what?" she asked.
I looked down. In my hands was a camera.
"Sorry. Sure," I said, swallowing.
My throat was dry as I advanced on her, taking one step forward with every picture until I was right in front of her.
Without a word, she smashed her lips against mine, laying claim to my mouth with her own like I was hers to do with as she pleased. Her arms wrapped around my neck as she pulled me closer, deepening the kiss with gusto. I obliged her, eagerly returning her at
