Leo nodded, already lifting his camera to his eye, framing a shot of the quartz countertops. Claire watched him work. He moved with a quiet confidence, adjusting angles, noticing the light. He wasn't just clicking; he was seeing . When he knelt to get a low shot of the breakfast nook, his gaze flicked from the viewfinder directly to her.
Later, as the sun began to set, turning her hair into a cascade of burnished embers, they lay tangled together. Leo traced a freckle on her shoulder. mompov redhead
Claire reached up and gently took the camera from his hands, setting it on the coffee table. “The house can wait,” she said, her voice a low murmur. “Show me what else that lens can’t capture.” Leo nodded, already lifting his camera to his