Connor buried his lips in Langdon’s hair and ran his hand soothingly up and down her back. Eventually she cried herself into exhaustion and Connor wove his fingers into the curls at the nape of her neck, tracing invisible patterns along the sensitive skin. She sighed softly and sniffed. He pulled back and gazed down at her tear stained face. She was not the type of woman that looked beautiful when she cried. Her nose turned red and her face was puffy. It made his heart twist, it somehow physically hurt him to see her cry. She sniffed again and forced a watery smile. There was something so beautiful and vulnerable about her at that moment, her mahogany waves unruly around her face, the bittersweet shine of her green eyes, even the blotchy pink tearstains on her cheek. Connor couldn’t help it. He leaned in and pressed a kiss gently against her lips. He felt her tremble slightly, surprised perhaps, and eased the kiss deeper, parting her lips with his tongue and sliding it into her. I could imagine it looking straight out of the photo and at me, judging me and finding me wanting. Chalk it up to an overactive imagination, perhaps, but it felt real to me. Almost hypnotically, I revealed the very last photo, feeling a wave of shocked disbelief flow through me. It looked like it was taken moments after the other. Same background, same lighting, nearly same pose, only this time, the giant cat was missing or, rather, most of it was missing. It’s unsettling grin and too intelligent eyes remained. “B? That’s photo shopped, right?” “Yeah, has to be. Sure.” Only, in our hearts, we both knew better. The picture had been taken in 1967, after all. It was all too real. Eventually, I broke the silence before it had grown too uncomfortable, pushing the photos back into the envelope and closing Gran’s journal on them. “Kind of like your tat, B…” Joey trailed off, looking a bit uncomfortable. “Could use a fag, I’m thinking.” “Yeah, kind of… Grab my clothes while you’re at it?”.
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