Aquacorde
♫ following where my arrow goes ♫
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The late afternoon sun spills golden light over James' gorgeous shape as he reclines against the Jag, chatting to the camera. It's so easy to imagine that his words are meant for you, that the slight smile gracing his features is there for your eyes only. However, camera you are now manipulating on autopilot puts a hole in your fantasy. You turn your focus back to your duties, and if anyone noticed your lapse in concentration, no words are said.
er...
well...
that's an excerpt from a thing i was showing someone yesterday