I managed a weak "no." My face literally withered from shame. You were looking at me admiringly, like you enjoyed what you saw, and... You know. However, it's obvious that he didn't. The tone of my voice was weak. "Capture the moment with a photograph; that way it will live forever."
As he thought about the sentence, he blinked away his perplexity. Then his face took on a look so racy and fascinating that it made me gasp. As he ran to the table to get his phone, his bare feet pounded the stone floor.
My thoughtful mind made a worried proclamation, but Carl's careful examination of the screen silenced my internal deliberations. He was really intent on getting the ideal photo, so I didn't move a muscle when he shifted and zoomed in. I felt a sudden surge of contentment as the shutter clicked. I had never before shot sexually suggestive photographs of myself, much less with David. Nonetheless, what exactly is the point of this vile photo Carl has on his phone? Wow, that was steamy.