"Max, what are you doing?"
"Taking your picture."
Kate groaned, pulling her knees tight to her chest. "Please don't." Fingers laced with golden rings clasped her legs like chains, white with pressure.
Max dropped her camera to her side, disappointment at losing such a great photo op overpowered by her concern for her girlfriend. "Hey, you okay, Kate?"
She nodded, and Max didn't believe her. "I just - don't want my picture taken."
Max moved back onto the bed, forgetting her camera altogether when she curled close to Kate, their backs pressed against the wall and their bodies pressed against each other. "Want me to get you anything? I can make tea, or there's still plenty of movies you need to see before you can officially be the perfect girlfriend, and there's always-"
Kate smiled, clasping one of Max's hands. "I'm fine, Max. Just - please don't take my picture without asking?"
Max smiled, too, brushing her lips over Kate's fingers. "Okay." For now, that was enough.