Only Gift I Need Sample Sunday

“When you said important, I didn’t think it meant you needed me to help you fucking decorate.” 

Quincy chuckled from across the room, glancing over his shoulder with a smirk. 

He owned the studio he’d asked me to come to, where he worked as a photographer. He used the various rooms and backdrops for the most beautiful and creative photoshoots I’d ever seen. 

Over the last year, especially when he slowed on the bookings, he started renting the space for events.

Christmas Eve and Christmas ...