"His breath hitched in the back of his throat as chocolate eyes looked over the still dripping photos that were about ready to be hung to dry in his dark room. He could feel the hairs on the back of his neck rise and goose-bumps form on his sun-kissed skin. The once serene landscape is now tainted, the whole purpose of the pictures now ruined by the slightly blurred outline of a man stood somewhere in each one. He shivered as if someone had poured ice-cold water down his spine. His brow furrowed as he tried recalling the scene upon which the shot had been taken. Not once had Brian remembered there being a man." (I do not own Matthew Sanders or Brian Haner Jr. But I own the plot. This contains scenes of explicit nature and themes which aren't for everyone. If you're uncomfortable, do not read.)