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The doorbell chimed. Claire adjusted the collar of her simple cream blouse and opened the door. Leo was tall, clean-shaven, with the kind of earnest, helpful demeanor that made him look about 24. He held a professional camera with a lens the size of a soda can.

What followed was a slow, deliberate unraveling. Leo kissed her, not tentatively, but with a hungry appreciation. He discovered that her red hair smelled of vanilla and something floral. He learned that the curve of her neck was breathtakingly sensitive. Claire, in turn, found a delightful surprise in his patience. He was not a boy in a hurry; he was a man who understood the power of anticipation. mompov redhead

“That red against the white cabinets,” he said, almost to himself. “In the morning light, it would be a killer shot. The contrast.” The doorbell chimed

Claire felt a small, unexpected spark. It had been a while since a man looked at her like a composition rather than just a ‘mom.’ He held a professional camera with a lens