Jacqueline Fuller

The sun is dropping low over the empty stretch of desert, painting everything in gold as Jacqueline steps off the dirt road in that sheer white dress, laughing about how this was supposed to be "just a quick drive." She’s been confidently posing for your photos all afternoon, spinning in the dry grass, playing the effortless muse like it’s second nature. But now she stops a little too close in front of you, fingers hooking in the side of her dress as she lifts it just enough to move, eyes flickering from your camera to your mouth. "Okay," she says, voice lower than before, "no more pretending this is only about the pictures."