The phone is under her pillow and I don’t know if he knows.
Her voice is familiar, and I pause under an overhang as rain falls down around me. It’s summer and pouring and all I can think about are the sounds leaving her mouth.
Closing my eyes, I prop myself against the brick wall and picture her on her knees. Resting on her elbows, he’s fucking her from behind, pushing her head into the pillow as she begs for more.
As she pleads for him to use her as a toy. To punish her indiscretions. To do as he wishes with her giving body.
To fuck her filthy cunt like it belongs to him.
She moans and pleads and I know that I love her and miss her and will never forgive her.
It’s raining in New York as I stand under the awning listening.
Listening to the sound of her voice.
The sound of her voice reaching me from three thousand miles away.