"I might send you actual pictures, too." 'Might' meaning 'definitely,' of course.

(Though holy shit, if she had helped him hide those pictures of them actually having sex -- the way she would lock down the pictures of Starlight using the Starlight vibe would not even compare.)

She shifted so she could kiss along Diego's neck, her hand tracing lightly along the center of his chest as she rocked up onto her hip and hooked a leg across his to be closer to him. "How are you doing?"

She could see how he was doing. But you know. Talk to her.