Page 80 of The Retreat

Oliver: I’ve taken the week off. Father understands.

Oliver: It’s important for me to support you. I haven’t seen you compete for nationals yet while Colin has made several appearances.

Fuck my life.

Owen: I need this to go well. You can’t distract me.

Oliver: If I had feelings, I’d be offended.

Oliver suspects us. He keeps asking me things, and texting me more than he ever did before. I love him and miss him, but this is getting even too clingy for me.

I have to do well. To qualify for the Olympics, we have one year to reach the points threshold both individually and as a team. Only one hundred and forty-four athletes qualify and forty-eight teams. Which means it’s imperative for me to hold my place on the league’s official ranking list. One misstep could ruin my entire team’s ranking and placement at the Olympics. I cannot deal with anything else. The pressure from my marriage, family, and husband is already enough. I don’t know if I can take Oliver breathing down my neck as well.

Frotting Daddy: Oliver is trying to come.

Your humble BJ servant: Tell him no!

Frotting Daddy: No one tells Oliver no.

Frotting Daddy: did you change the names in my phone again?

Your humble BJ servant: Maaaaaybe

Frotting Daddy: Is that a Hamilton reference?

Your humble BJ servant: you’re learning!

Frotting Daddy: I do pay attention when it comes to you.

Your humble BJ servant: Don’t make me melty in class.

Frotting Daddy: I’d rather be making you hard.

Your humble BJ servant: You do that so easily. Melty is better.

What did melty even mean? I didn’t want to guess.

I open my phone and type it into search.

Melty: having a tendency to melt or dissolve easily.

That doesn’t seem to make sense. I go to urban dictionary.

Melty: A way to describe a person that makes you feel warm on the inside. Generally someone who is both attractive and courteous at the same time.

Ohhhh! I get it.

Frotting Daddy: I can do both.

Your humble BJ servant: I’m listening.

Frotting Daddy: I like knowing you and spending time with you.

Frotting Daddy: And if my brother is coming with us so I can’t fuck you on the plane, I’m going to need you on your knees the second you get home.

Your humble BJ servant: the second I walk in the door? Are you horny, daddy?

I grip myself through my sweats and take a photo and reply with it.

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