H a r r y 's P.O.V.
I played with the extra phone in my hand, flipping it back and forth before powering it on. The headphones were placed in front of me; I had unplugged them after taking the phone out my jeans.
As I expected, there were a few notifications. The first reading:
Missed call from Anne (3)
I was surprised when I swiped the screen and it opened effortlessly. There was a part of me that felt bad for snooping, but I was going to get a better glimpse of Selene. I shook my head as I remembered how shocked and torn she looked.
The girl in my car kept screaming in panic at being seen after I had assured her that it was a safe spot. I drove her home, trying in a vain attempt to calm her down, but she wouldn't listen and I'm more than sure that I won't hear from her again. Which wasn't a big deal considering she was just someone that caught my eye at the bar.
Selene didn't have many apps, aside from Tinder; it was just the generic apps the phones came with. My thumb clicked on her gallery. As I scrolled through the images, I couldn't help but smile at the funny poses she induced and at the ones that were taken while she was looking at something else. Her beauty was effortless, and I couldn't help but remember how soft and warm she felt that night. I scrolled through a few more, just to get the images of her smile imprinted in my mind, before clicking back to home screen.
I clicked on the Tinder app. My face grimaced as I scrolled through a few suggestive texts and images that she hadn't opened, but I did. There was only one guy in particular that she had responded to. However, it seemed like he had deleted his profile because a black image was posted as his picture and the name was blank.
I scrolled through their messages, nothing seemed to suggest anything, so I shrugged it off and clicked back home.
A new messaged popped up at the top. I clicked it.
Louis: When are you free again?
It's kind of hard to not think of you ;)
I scrolled up to their previous conversation, frowning at the texts that they had sent to one another, that hinted at the fact that they had an encounter.
Who was this Louis guy and why did his name sound familiar?
I took a drink from my glass, trying to refrain myself from answering, but the thought of someone else touching Selene made me feel uneasy. Which was ridiculous because I wasn't hung up over anyone. Especially her.
Lust wasn't the same thing as infatuation or something, so I didn't know why the fuck it bothered me as much as it did.
The pain from Jane's betrayal still surfaced whenever the bottles were full, but when I reached the bottom, everything was right; I could look at other girls and feel like a normal guy.
I looked at the name again, something inside me died a little as I re-read the texts because the idea of Selene and another guy together didn't feel right- not that I knew what was right or wrong for her. As much as I wanted to lie and tell him that she would be busy sucking dick elsewhere so that'd he fuck off, I knew that I would drop her phone off after finding out where she lived.
I had watched her pass a few times by the shop, so it was just a matter of waiting and then anonymously leaving her phone. The details didn't matter, I would have to do it quick though; don't want her to know that I picked it up and fucking snooped like the apparent nosy bitch I was.
Setting her phone down, I closed my eyes and pictured her body on top of mine.
Her movements had been so steady, hips rolling as I watched her teeth bite down on her lip. The sounds her throat made, had been so close to driving me off the edge, but I couldn't be a fucking pussy about it and come quick.
I couldn't help it; I opened up her phone again, scrolling until I came upon on a picture she had taken at the beach or something. Her firm breast spilled slightly over her bikini, her body half turned so that I had a glimpse of her ass. My thumb clicked on the picture.
I unzipped my jeans.
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Getting into a guy's mind is a bit harder lol... here's my babe btw:
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