Page 25 of In Plain Sight

MrNiceGuy: I didn’t think I’d hear from you

Sinbin: is it okay that I messaged?

MrNiceGuy: more than okay

MrNiceGuy: I’m just surprised because of your bio

Sinbin: I’m surprised to see you on here

MrNiceGuy: why’s that?

Sinbin: because you said you’re not here often but we talked a week ago

Why had I written that? It sounded bitchy and clingy. It wasn’t my business who he talked to or how often he logged in, and calling him on it like this was messed up.

MrNiceGuy: let’s just say I was revisiting some old memories

Sinbin: old memories?

MrNiceGuy: I was looking at your gallery when you messaged

My jaw actually dropped. He’d been looking at my pics?

Sinbin: really?

MrNiceGuy: really

Sinbin: now I feel like an asshole

MrNiceGuy: why?

Sinbin: because I was an asshole?

MrNiceGuy: how were you an asshole?

Sinbin: I pretty much called you a liar because I was jealous

Jesus Christ. Why had I written that? It was like this app was a truth serum, and I couldn’t control my stupid mouth—or thumbs—when I was on here.

Or maybe it wasn’t the app but Nice I couldn’t control myself around. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that possibility.

MrNiceGuy: you didn’t call me a liar. you just pointed out the contradiction between what I said and how I’m acting

Sinbin: maybe but I still feel like an asshole

MrNiceGuy: why were you jealous?

I paused. How could I tell him the truth without making him run for the hills and block me? Kinksters was a hookup app. He didn’t owe me anything, especially not explanations for why he was online.

I must have taken too long because his next message appeared before I could answer.

MrNiceGuy: did you think I was talking with someone else?

Sinbin: maybe

MrNiceGuy: and that made you jealous?

Sinbin: maybe

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