Serendipity - Finding something good, without looking for it.
After waking up from an accident, Katy finds herself looking at the world in a different light. With diagnosed Post Traumatic Amnesia, Katy sets out on a mission, along with some trusted...
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I bit my lip with excitement as I laid in bed beside Zak. His crumpled expression from being woken up by the bin collection was always something I found amusing.
"Smile..." I sang lifting my camera up with the viewfinder flipped over to face us.
"Oh no, don't. I look awful." He groaned.
"Lies, come on.." I pushed.
With a roll of his eyes, he nuzzled into my hair and waited.
"Smile grumpy pants." I chided.
"I can't be grumpy pants... I haven't got any pants or underwear on." He replied making me snigger.
"Even better."
That caused him to grin and I took the photo. "There see." I spoke looking at the photo of us "Wasn't so hard."
"What are we talking about now?" He asked making me giggle.
Before I could look at the photo anymore, Zak stole my camera and began taking photos of us but more so with myself in the photo than him.
"I got longer arms. Plus you're gorgeous first thing in the morning." He informed me looking at the photo after.
"With my messy hair, pale skin and morning breath." I replied.
"Well yeah, the breath bit is a killer." He teased making me swat him. "You don't have morning breath."
"I know, because I clean my teeth before we fall into bed."
"I'm just saying, but the skin and hair? Yeah that's true." He laughed.
"You're mean."
"Awh, now look at the camera as you sulk!" He encouraged.
I stuck my tongue out instead. We laid in bed for a while taking stupid selfies and having a laugh at who could pull the most unattractive face when Zak's phone went off.
"Oh really." He muttered.
"Duty calls for the Demon hunter/ business owner."
He grunted something in response as he sat up and grabbed his phone. Whilst he took the call, I took advantage of his position and began snapping the odd photo of his Poveligia tattoo. That and the contours of his back, even the tricep and bicep muscles.
Unaware of what was being exchanged over the phone call, I continued on snapping as he pushed his legs around and sat on the end of the bed. Arranging the sheet to cover his modesty, I continued on my exhibition of his body when he turned around catching me in the act.
"Hi." I whispered.
He rolled his eyes and shook his head before looking at the screen of my camera and seeing the photo of his arm. Like the perfect model, he gave me a bicep curl so that I could take another photo.
