Kenzi: I want you to see ME. I want you to want me like I want you

The air leaves my lungs. Is she trying to kill me? Does she have any idea what she’s saying? And the effect it’s having on my thumping heart and other southern regions of my anatomy?

Me: Make no mistake, Angel. I want you. Bad.

Fuck. I’ve completely lost my mind. We should stop this before it goes too far into places we have no right to be in and will never be able to back ourselves out of without some major damage.

But it feels so good.

Kenzi: I want to see you. Send me a picture of you.

Me: No. I don’t do selfies.

Kenzi: Please? I love all your muscles and your tattoos. I won’t show anyone. It’s only for me to look at when I’m alone.

My heart feels like it’s going into cardiac arrest, pounding in my chest so hard I can hear it and my head is thundering with the aftershock of her words. She wants me. She wants me to want her.

Ugh. It’s all so fucking wrong. Taboo at its finest.

The devil plants his ass on my shoulder. It’s just playful texting, though, right? I’m not touching her. She’s hours and miles away from me. It’s late and dark. We’re sleepy. It’s safe.

Before I can change my mind, I turn on my bedside lamp, push the covers down low around my hips and snap a picture, cropping it just a few inches below my naval to make sure my hard-on isn’t visible. She’ll like this one because it shows my hair all messy around my shoulders which I always catch her eying, plus my chest, abs, and all the ink that comes with it. I always assumed she was too young to appreciate all the work I put into my body but apparently she’s not. I hit send on my phone and wait.

Kenzi: Ohmy. wow. Thank you xoxox

Me: You like?

Kenzi: I love it. Your muscles are just wow. Thank you for including your hair for me. :-) And that ab V or whatever it’s called…omg. **Faints**

There’s a big goofy smile on my face that I’m not used to. I’ve never had this cute flirting stuff with anyone before. She’s kidnapping me into her world, and I’m slowly surrendering, a willing hostage.

Kenzi: I have a few more of me…

Five more photos come through, and while these are thankfully less sexy, they are just as beautiful with her wearing a mint green sundress that brings out her eyes. She’s sitting on a wicker swing I recognize as being on Katherine’s front porch. She’s more natural in these photos, with no hair clip things and less makeup, but she looks breathtaking, older, and elegant. The last picture, however, instantly becomes my favorite. It’s a moody setting, grainy black and white, taken in her bedroom at the Inn. She’s standing at the window with her back to the camera, completely nude with the thin gauzy curtain blowing behind her like a veil. Her perfect round ass and the swell of her breast is visible through the curtain as the light coming from the window gives her a beautiful silhouette, accentuating all her curves. She’s looking off to the side, her mouth slightly parted, her long ebony eyelashes laying against her cheek. It’s hands-down the most sensual photo I’ve ever seen. I want to print it, frame it, and hang it over my bed where it can be the first thing I see every morning. My finger slides across the screen, along the curve of her waist. Wishing. Wanting.

Me: That last one, Angel. It fucking ended me.

Kenzi: I like that one, too. I can’t believe that’s me.

Me either.

Me: I’m speechless. I think I’m going to need a cold shower.

Kenzi: LOL

Me: I’m dead fucking serious. The things I would do to you. You gotta stop.

Kenzi: Tell me.

Me: No.

Kenzi: Tor. Don’t close up. I like you this way. Just let us have this for tonight. It’s just fun fantasy. Make it my birthday present.

Me: I already have a present for you.

Kenzi: Then let me have two :-)

My chest tightens. I want to give her everything. I want to be her everything.

I type something quick and generic but then delete it, because it’s cheap and lame and she deserves better. There was a time when I penned lyrics that screamed of heartache, desire, and undying love. One thing I know I can do is make love to her with words.

Me: I would have loved to come up behind you in that last picture, pull your hair to the side, whisper in your ear, and ravish your neck with my mouth until you fall back against me. I’d slowly run my hands up your body and caress those perfect tits of yours until you were begging me for more.