You just wanted to see how the outfit would look. A little cute, a lotta racy - maybe an inspiration for a cosplay, or maybe something to treat the boyfriend on your next vacation.

You didn't mean to message it to anybody, and definitely not to him.

"It's very cute."

"Did you delete it?"

"Hey, you wanna do a photoshoot?"

"Dude..."

"You look great. It'd be a shame not to. I'll give you the SD card after, alright? This weekend."

You waver, but he's not asking for too much, right?

"Fine, but delete it after."

And it is a photoshoot, when you meet with him at his place. Fairly innocuously so, though you can see glimmers of lust in his eyes, and the way he touches you overly long when he helps you into a pose. You think you catching him breathing in your hair, like a creep. He gives the SD card as promised... but the day after, he shares the photoshoot with you, nonetheless.

"I thought you deleted these???"

"They're too good not to keep a copy, I hope you don't mind."

"One of them has a nip slip. I'm not comfortable with you keeping this."

"No worries, I'll take care of it. But hey, you look great, right? Bring another outfit this weekend."

"You promise you'll delete it?"

"Do you promise to show up?"

You half-dreaded and half-expected the second shoot to go the way it did. The camera's more aggressively positioned, more liberties taken with your personal space. The touching and feeling more overt -- his grasp on your body firmer, more insistent... more violating. The breathing in your ear is more haggard, more urgent.

But he doesn't yet quite cross that invisible line.

"Please, get rid of it," you quietly plea as he looks to his camera, ignoring you for a moment. But you already know what he's going to say instead of agreeing.

"Next weekend."

"Please--" He shows you a few select shots. You at your most vulnerable. You at your most exposed.

"Next. Weekend."