When up-and-coming model Isabelle meets talented but jaded photographer Milo, sparks fly despite their age difference. Their romance becomes the talk of the New York City fashion scene, fueling rumors and speculation about their scandalous affair. A...
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"You look so beautiful," he said, playing with her hair.
They were resting, both on the bed, the evening glow outside of the window, the balcony curtains ruffling lightly in the breeze. The sound of fountains and slight murmur of the crowd outside.
They were high, high, up in the sky.
Isabelle looked at him, drinking in his presence. She couldnt' believe that hey were , here, together like this.
Then he pulled his hand away, and tilted his head.
"Stay like this," he said. "I want to photgraph you," he said, reaching for his camera.
"Milo," she said, getting enrvous for no reason.
Was she blushing?
"Just, don't move," he said.
She was naked, just the sheet covering her, her hair sprawled across the pillow.
He had his jeans on.
She couldn't stop giggling at first, but then he gave her a look, and she snapped into her professional mode.
Serious, she looked at htecamera. The way she did the first time she ever looked him, thorugh his lens and into his soul.
He took a couple of shots, then puleld back to look at he camera.
"Come here," she said, reaching out ofr him. He smiled, leaning in, they kissed for a long time. "Now, do me like this," she moved hte sheet down to her waist.
Milo arched his eyerows, "are you sure?" He asked her.
Isabele nodded, "I'm sure."
Milo boruhgt hte camera up to his face and took photgraphs of her. The air was heavy.
Then he took the sheet by the corner, "can I?" He asked.
She nodded, and he uncovered her. His breath caught alittle.
She never ever felt comfortable showing herself to somebody like this, fully. This time it felt like so much more than jsut her body. But her soul.
He took a couple of phots, moving around her.
"Well," he said, "you've defintiely given me somethign to remeber." Then he said, "give me your phone."
She reachedo ver to the bedsie table.
"No, you hold it, I wanna give you semothign to remebr too," he put his camera to the side and began to move his hadns across the her body.
He took his jeans off.
Isabelle, laughed, "okay its on," holdin the phone in her hands.
But distratcted by him, "wait," she siad, I dont' know how to do this.
He smiled, "give it to me."
He filmed the beginning of it, and then they btoh tossed the phone to thse side, getting caught up in each other.
