Rosie
The studio was quiet, except for the soft click-clack of the camera lens. The air felt warm against my skin, and the overhead lights were so bright and white that they made everything look like a dream. I stood right in the center of the room, my skin glowing under the studio lamps. I wasn't wearing a single stitch of clothing, but I felt more powerful than ever.
My photographer and best friend, Jax, was crouching on the floor. He moved his camera around, searching for that perfect angle.
"Damn, Rosie," Jax whispered, his eyes glued to the small screen. "You need to see this one. The way your boobs point out in this shot... if I wasn't gay, I would f**k you right now."
I let out a loud, bubbly laugh and tossed my hair back. "Oh, stop it, Jax! You say that every time we do a nude
