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Theo: Never again.

Me: Thank you.

I expect that to be the end of it, but another notification pops up.

Theo: So… Did you ever finish those lyrics?

Me: Seriously?

Theo: What? I want to know.

Me: I thought… *sigh* Nevermind

Me: No, I never did... I think I said what I wanted to say.

Theo: Does that mean I get to read your newest project?

Reaching for my notebook, I page through to see what my most recent poem was, then grimace. It’s a bit embarrassing if I’m being honest. I was a tad turned on by the way he had interacted with me a few days ago, touching and focused on only me. It was pretty hot, and I let my imagination get the best of me.

Me: It’s a little different...

Theo: I’m a big boy.

Me: *snort*

Theo: Does that mean I get to read it?

I chew on my lip as I consider sending it. Really, what harm would it do? If he doesn’t respond, I can just play it off as a romantic poem, no harm, no foul. Deniability is definitely an option.

Sighing, I decide to say fuck it, and send him a picture.

Me: *sends attachment*

We connect in a quickened pace

Closer you come, I’m encased

Sliding together, urgent, in haste

Your hands grip, clench my waist

Your fingers in my hair tug, interlaced

My thoughts leave, completely displaced

Your lips move with mine, they give chase

It hurts, my chest, how our hearts race

In you, on you, it’s me I taste

You pull away, your heat gone, misplaced

Every man before you forever erased

I lick my lips, desperate for your aftertaste

Reading through what I’ve written, I let my fingertips trail across my lips as the memory of Vance brushing his against them flickers through my head. That was… unexpected.

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