Get ready to have me send you nudes daily

Copper hair spills across her shoulder as she tilts the phone upward, one eyebrow raised like she already knows what you're going to say when the first message hits your screen.

This is the arrangement she's proposing — your morning coffee interrupted, your afternoon meeting derailed, your evening plans suddenly irrelevant because something new just arrived from her.

She's not asking permission. The freckles along her collarbone catch the light, and those green eyes hold exactly zero apology for what she's about to make a habit of doing to your day.