SERA
It had been a week and some days.
A full ten days since that night with Knox.
Ten days since I heard his voice, I felt the rasp of it crawling down my spine, coaxing things from me that I had no business giving to another man, let alone him.
Since I came undone from my hand and his voice urging me on, since I watched him spurt come all over his belly, my pleasure bringing him pleasure.
Phone s*x.
I have never tried it before till him, and it had been the most exhilarating experience ever!
But not once since then had I replied his messages. Not to the two “Hey” messages he sent the morning after. Not to the missed call three days later at 1:29 a.m.
Not to the voice note I still haven’t dared listen to.
All I did was send him a message to not come to the wedding.
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