He watched Mac’s ass as he made his way to the other side of the doughnut. He couldn’t help himself. And when Mac gazed out at him through the hole, Flynn was enchanted. For some reason, Mac’s face, framed by the black granite, stirred something in Flynn, inducing a powerful yearning to kiss Mac. He knew he needed to put the urge away, but he hoped he wouldn’t have to put it away forever.
He took the picture. “One more. This time smile, okay?” Flynn took three more pics in rapid succession. He knew he would treasure these and hoped there would be more to come, but even if there weren’t, he’d always have these. He snapped one more pic of Mac as he looked down at Barley, who was sniffing at his feet, for good measure. “How about one of you and Barley? You could hold him on your lap, at the edge of the platform.”
Mac reached for the phone. “How about I take one of you guyslike that?”