Sloane;
This wasn't supposed to happen.
The obsession—that was expected. The wanting—that was the point. The constant fantasizing, the touching myself while thinking about him, the stalking his social media at 3 AM—all part of the game.
But this?
This tight feeling in my chest when I see his name on my phone. The way my stomach flips when Thursday approaches. The fact that I dream about him—not just s*x dreams, but dreams where we're doing normal s**t like grocery shopping or watching TV on his couch, and I wake up feeling hollow because it's not real.
That wasn't supposed to happen.
I wasn't supposed to actually *feel* anything.
It's been six days since our last session. Six days since I almost kissed him in his office. Six days of radio silence except for that one text exchange ab
