Page 77 of Torn

We’ll see what happens. Do you want to see some of the pix she took?

Before I can answer, a photo begins to load on my phone screen. I was expecting the usual pose of her leaning against a tree or sitting by the ocean with her hair blowing. I sure as hell was not expecting to see her stretched like a cat across a white silk-covered bed, her long honey-blond hair flowing all around her, wearing a black bra that’s just barely covering her full breasts with gold glitter sparkling across her perfect stomach leading down to matching black lace-edged panties. One of her legs is bent up, laying over her other thigh, the hint of her tight ass curved up. And on her feet, those little black leather boots that make my blood pressure spike every time she’s got them on.

My mouth suddenly feels like it’s filled with a hundred cotton balls, and my heart is jackknifing in my chest.

I swallow, near panic, as another photo loads, this one of her kneeling on the bed, her hair longer, hanging down in front ofher naked chest, just barely covering her breasts. Her jeans are unbuttoned and unzipped to show off cherry-red panties. A hole is torn from just above the knee to her inner thigh, the worn and frayed denim edges revealing delicate flesh that’s begging to be touched.

A war erupts in me, part of me fighting to throw my phone across the room and not ever see her this way, and the other part of me hungering for more as my cock grows harder with anticipation as another photo starts to come into view beneath the others.

Shit. I can’t take any more.

This one nearly does me in when it fully loads. She’s sitting in the sand at the edge of the beach with some kind of mermaid costume on, her long legs covered by the tight, sparkling scaled material, the water lapping up onto her. She’s leaning back, looking up toward the sun, her breasts held by a bikini top of seashells, jutting upward in the most tantalizing way. A tiny starfish hangs from a chain around her neck, resting in the valley between her breasts. A thin gold headband wraps around her head, holding back her hair that is somehow almost three times longer than it was the last time I saw her. It’s now streaked with blue and green to match her mermaid fin, flowing down her back and pooling onto the sand behind her. I’m so lost in the photos, scrolling back up to look at each one again, that I forget she’s on the other side of the phone waiting for me to say something.

Sitting up, I ignore the dog’s accusing stare as I type back to her with shaky fingers.

A little warning would have been nice.

Kenzi

I wanted to surprise you.

You definitely did.

The pictures are slowly destroying me, demolishing my walls, burning up my self-control like an unstoppable inferno. I hate her for forcing me to see her this way and for making me want her so fucking much that my body is literally aching for her.

No. I don’t hate her. I love her. I need her.

Kenzi

You don’t like them?

I’m jerked back to reality as I realize I’m the first and only man to ever see her this way—as a woman and not a little girl. I know all her insecurities, and I know how hard this was for her because she doesn’t see herself as sexy or attractive. She’s a jeans, T-shirts, and boots kinda girl. She’s effortless and clueless in her own beauty, and that just makes her even more attractive. I can only guess how vulnerable she feels, sitting there waiting for me to say something reassuring to her.

My brain spins round and round like a merry-go-round that’s tilting off its axis. This moment, my response, could change everything. Do I do the right thing and reply as her lifelong friend? Say something polite? Or do I show her a piece of the man she’s playing with?

I’m tired of the fight.

I’m lonely.

I want to play.

My fingers fly defiantly over the keyboard, leading me straight into the fire.

Are you kidding? I fucking love them. You look incredible. Are there more?

Kenzi

Yes.

I want to see them. Please.

I feel dizzy and intoxicated as more pictures flood my screen. I’m like a rabid junkie getting a fix, and I can’t get enough. All the photos are classy and sensual, but capture her perfectly in a way I’ve been trying to pretend for months I haven’t noticed. She’s turned into a drop-dead gorgeous woman with a body that could very well turn me into an animal and make me beg for just five minutes with her.

How did your hair grow so fast?

Kenzi

It’s extensions. They clip on.