Andrew
I stare at the notes scattered on my desk, trying to make sense of the messy scribbles on the pages.
Why is it so hard!?
I run my hands over my face in frustration, my fingers rubbing against my forehead and eyes. I let out a deep sigh and grab my tablet. My fingers fumble over the screen, trying to figure out how to find this stupid website everyone talks about. It’s been three hours already and I think it is time to admit defeat and go to plan B.
I grab my phone but before making the call, I open i********:. I open her new profile and drop her a DM
The A Hud: Can't stop thinking about you. And the way your hands felt on my body last night.
I grin picturing her reaction when she reads the message. Her flushed cheeks… Her eyes darting everywhere but on the screen.
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