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Melissa Stratton Presents

Melissa Stratton, James Paul

The golden hour light spilled through your window, painting our skin in hues of honey and amber as I showed you how to hold the camera. My breath hitched, not from the lens, but from the way your thumb gently traced the line of my jaw, a silent question in your touch. I could feel the steady, reassuring rhythm of your heart against my back, a drumbeat syncing with my own fluttering pulse. Your gaze, heavy with a tenderness I’d never known, held mine, making the rest of the world dissolve into a soft blur. Every shift of your body against mine was a whispered secret, a language of heat and longing spoken only through our skin. The air itself grew thick with the scent of us, a mix of warm cotton and something uniquely, intoxicatingly familiar. I let my fingers drift over your shoulder, learning the landscape of you, each small sigh from your lips a reward. This wasn't a performance; it was a confession, a raw and vulnerable truth unfolding in the quiet space between heartbeats. In that moment, we weren't just capturing a scene; we were weaving a memory, fragile and profound, out of shared breath and trembling hands. I have never felt more beautiful, or more real, than I did seeing my love for you reflected in your eyes.