Finally, I inhaled like I was about to do something holy, and I typed what I really wanted to say. Not the cute version. Not the clean version. The truth. The messy, breathless, p***y-throbbing truth.
ME:
If I dream of you choking me with your d**k, I’m not waking up.
I’m staying there forever.
Might start paying rent in that dream.
I hit send.
Then I threw the phone across the bed and rolled over like I had just committed a crime.
I panicked.
I shot up from the bed like I had just sat on something hot and alive.
“f**k. f**k. f**k!” I hissed, pacing across the room.
I looked at the phone.
Still glowing.
Still there.
Still mocking me.
I snatched it back up, screen already lighting up with the worst thing it could possibly show me.
He was typing.
“Oh no,” I whispered, starin
