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I kept my hand on my chest as I walked home, certain I would feel the rapid thrum of the frantic beating muscle there. I fell into bed thinking about him.

I retrieved my phone off the beside table.

Me: You up?

Owen: Watching television.

Me: I'm back from my date with Daniel.

Owen: How was it?

Me: I'm in trouble.

Owen: That good?

Me: Better than good.

Owen: Jealous.

Me: You'll find your guy someday.

Owen: Maybe when I'm 50.

Me: Nonsense. Okay, I'm off to sleep. Early morning. Just wanted to check in.

Owen: Goodnight.

Me: It's going to be a restless one.

I tossed my phone onto the mattress at my side. Just in case. I was surprised when it dinged. I assumed it was Owen. I lifted it to my face.

Daniel: I had an amazing time tonight.

I chewed on my bottom lip. I wasn't sure how forward to be. I decided on—

Me: You'll be on my mind all night disturbing my sleep.

There was a lengthy pause.

Daniel: Wish I was there to help you with that.

My cock throbbed as I imagined Daniel fucking me into oblivion. Wearing me out until sleep was a guarantee. His arms around me, kissing the back of my head. His breath on my hair.

I closed my eyes and groaned.

Me: Me too.

Daniel: Sweet dreams. Goodnight Ethan.

I grinned and chuckled. Sweet dreams.

Not a chance.

More like lurid dreams.

Me: Same to you. Talk soon.

Daniel:

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