I told myself the dating profile was just for revenge. A petty swipe at James.
But now, every night, I found myself staring at my phone, waiting for him to write.
His username was common, nothing flashy like the men in my life that were all about control. Ping, it was a text from this username again.
Caden_88: You look like a woman who knows what she wants.
I texted back, “What makes you think I'll give it to you?”
Caden_88: Because I would rather not own you. I want to see who you really are.
Every word from him felt like a hook sliding deeper. He didn’t ask for nudes. He asked about my childhood, my first heartbreak, and my favorite smell. He made me feel seen in a way James never did.
I typed with trembling fingers, “Why do you sound like you already know me?”
No reply.
James
