coffee and think about the night ahead.
Carrie is supposed to be under FBI protection. Whether or not she likes it is another question. If I follow her and interfere with Cooper, I could lose my job. The best option is to stick with my original plan and try and find Neon. She’s the one threatening Carrie’s. In this area, it’s Neon who is the real threat for Carrie. She’s the source of the problem. I can try to find out what she knows about April; use my bargaining chips and make leaving Carrie alone part of the deal.
Do I believe the FBI will protect Carrie in the meantime? Yes. Do I think Cooper can get through to Neon? No way. That’s what I’ll say to Jacob when the shit hits the fan. She’s gonna discover what I’m up to sooner or later. I’d better have an excellent story ready.
The café is nearly empty now. With the place almost empty, I notice the décor. It has an industrial feel, with exposed brick and steel beams. It’s opposite an old barbershop and a mechanic shop. There are plenty of cheaper places around. The bus station is at the corner. Locals flock to the diners in that area to while away the night.
I’m still checking my phone, looking through some of the pictures of George and Brenda. The photo stream has a series of shots of Carrie and me at the park. On one of our walks, we posed by the pond and she took some selfies of us. They bring another wave of regret to my throat. Despite everything that was going on, we were getting really close. Staying with her at the hotel and having her in my house was starting to feel like having a relationship. I liked it. I could tell she did to.
My private folder app has a new notification so I go in to check. There’s an entirely different set of photos. They are the more private ones Carrie’s obviously been taking in the last couple of weeks. I’m intrigued, and nearly drop my cup when I open the folder and see the first picture. It’s Carrie, smiling mischievously at me, wearing nothing but my shirt.
Her long legs stretch out beneath the crisp tails of my dress uniform. I love the grin on her face. They were loaded over a week ago, before I was taken off the case. Things still seemed hopeful between us. I’m delighted at her playfulness. It’s incredibly hot that she decided to do this for me. It makes me love her even more. I know how camera-shy she normally is. It would have been a challenge to take these photos, and to trust me enough to leave them here for me.
She obviously wanted to leave me a surprise. I shield the screen of my phone. I don’t want anyone else to see these except me. They were taken for my eyes only and I want it to stay that way. The next is one that’s been taken in the mirror at the hotel. She’s bending over the edge of the basin cleaning something in the sink with just a bra and underwear on. She looks incredible, soft skin and droplets of sweat are showing between her breasts. I’m instantly hard and I want to reach through the screen and touch her face.
I can hardly wait to swipe to the next one. She’s made the effort to set up the timer on my cell camera. She captured herself completely naked, surrounded in steam and covered in water droplets after getting out of the shower. I don’t think I have the strength to look at any more. Not unless I can come in my pants right here, and that can’t happen. I’m already shifting uncomfortably on my seat. Luckily the last few people in the cafe aren’t looking my way, and the counter hides my lower half. It feels wicked, looking at these in public. So wicked I stop myself from swiping any further.
It’s not the photos that turn me on—though they are super steamy. It’s more the fact that she was willing to push her boundaries for me. I know she’s a little shy about her body image. Putting this trust in me is such a turn on. It makes me miss her so much. God, I wish she had just come with me just now. I wish April would turn up and this was all over so I
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