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Later, when the room was dark save for the silver ribbon of moonlight, Marco traced a line from Leila’s shoulder to Anneli’s hip.

“The light is leaving,” he said, setting the glasses down on the nightstand. “Are you going to chase it, or are you going to join it?” X-Art - Leila- Anneli - Menage a Trois-

Leila set her camera on the dresser. The click of the lens cap felt like a final punctuation mark. Later, when the room was dark save for

Anneli sat up, the sheet pooling at her waist. She reached for Leila’s hand first, pulling her onto the edge of the bed. Then she reached for Marco, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw. The click of the lens cap felt like a final punctuation mark

“Did you get the shot?” he asked Leila.

She looked at the camera, untouched on the dresser. Then she looked at the two of them, soft and real in the dark.