ALEX'S POINT OF VIEW
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After a cold shower, which was very welcomed, but it didn't help with the raging hard-on that I woke up with, but I refuse to do anything about it because of two reasons.
One, I won't get over him like this, and two, the pain is bigger than the pleasure, and I'm in pain as it is, I don't need to twist the knife or put salt on the wound.
While I make myself a coffee, I take my phone and call Bianca. I need to talk to her, tell her what happened, get everything off of my chest, otherwise it will explode.
" Hey, babes. " I great, not trying to hide the heaviness in my voice.
" Hey, babes. How are you? " She greets back, trying to sound cheerful, probably to lift my poor mood, but I know her, and I know that it's fake a
