Page 19 of Callan

Well, it’s Brooklyn technically, but who knows what snazzy Upper East Side dude he might be, getting his rocks off in a cute apartment in a snowy Brooklyn.

Life is strange, man.

“Would you really do that?” I ask, my mind made.

He tilts his head a couple of times, and I grab my phone from him and punch in my passcode.

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MACKENZIE

My heart criesbig tears of regret when his fingers swipe through the pictures I have taken, and one by one, he makes them disappear before ensuring they’ve been permanently deleted.

Motherfucker.

“Good. I hope you’re happy now,” I mutter, his eyes on the phone screen, his finger still moving. It’s like he wants to make sure no picture has escaped his laser-pointed scrutiny and stayed with me. “It takes more than that to make me happy,” he says, weight added to his words by his husky nasal voice.

He shifts his eyes to me, finally sitting upright.

A stain created by the melted snow is visible on his pants.

“Why did it take you so long?” he asks, his eyes going back to my phone. “We could’ve done this from the beginning. Or better yet, you could’ve not taken my pictures.”

“You were trespassing when I took your pictures,” I remind him.

“No. That’s incorrect,” he says. “I wouldn’t have trespassed had you not started playing with the camera.”

“So, what was your plan?” I ask, and his hand goes down, still clutching my phone.

His eyebrows slide up into a questioning look, so I continue.

“Did you think her husband would go away, and you’d sneak inside to finish what you started?”

He finally places his free hand down and pushes himself up.

All this time, I’ve shivered despite hugging myself, and here he is, acting like a summer breeze has just moved around his torso, and the sun brightly shines.

“That wasn’t my plan,” he says, pulling up in front of me, and I find myself tilting my head back to connect my eyes to his again.

He is tall and broad-shouldered and has a dark sparkle in his eyes. My mind can’t pull away from that image of him grabbing that woman’s hips and plunging into her like the world is about to end.

Her loud moaning makes sense now.

I’d probably be vocalizing, too, if I were her.

The shuddering of the walls also seemed appropriate considering the hard fucking taking place inside her apartment.

I don’t even want to think about it.

“What was your plan?” I ask.

“Is this your boyfriend?” he tosses at me, flipping my phone over and having his thumb pressed against Quinn’s face, obviously ignoring my question.

“What??”

The horror in my voice is slimy and thick like mud.

I jerk my hand to yank my phone away from him. No chance to accomplish that as he zips it out of my reach.

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