If your inbox is open for nudes, say yes

She's already typed the first letter of your name, thumb hovering, waiting for the word she asked for.

One syllable and the screen fills — warm skin caught in bathroom light, angles she chose specifically for you, the kind of image that makes you set your phone face-down before anyone walks past.

Say it and she sends the next one, then the one after that, each frame a little closer, a little less left to imagination until there's nothing left at all except exactly what you asked for.