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We’ll pick that back up again when I get home. And maybe by then I’ll have found my backbone.

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Hugh

When I movedto Ottawa two months ago, I took the first available one-bedroom, short-lease apartment recommended to me.

It’s perfectly fine for my purposes, which consist of sleeping, eating, working out, and getting changed.

I don’t even have a TV. The guy who sublet my place in Toronto offered me a decent price for all my living room stuff, and it made moving a hell of a lot easier.

Now I’m sitting on my weight bench—the only furniture in the main room of my apartment—and trying not to think about how long it might take Beth to get back to her place from the coffee shop.

I’m way too eager to keep texting with her.

Hell, if she invited me over tonight, I’d be there in a heartbeat, even though we both have to work first thing in the morning. I’m definitely in that early phase of a new relationship where sleep is optional and every encounter leaves me feeling a bit lightheaded and giddy.

Maybe that’s why I like dating so much. I’m a perpetual teenager inside, riding the emotional highs like I’m surfing in the Pacific Ocean. Sure, there’s an epic wipeout that’s almost always inevitable, but it’s worth it for the rush.

But this restlessness, thiseagerness, is unusual even for me.

When my phone vibrates, I jump. I’m grinning like a fucking idiot as I swipe in to read the message.

Beth: Home. Just tried this one on.

The attached picture is pretty tame, but it gets my blood pumping all the same. Red silk, creamy skin. I shift all the way to the end of the weight bench so I can lie down on it, and I brace myself by spreading my legs wide.

I’m only wearing gym shorts, so reaching in and cupping my thickening dick is easy. Texting back with just my thumb proves a bit harder.

Hugh: Gorgeous. Still wearing it?

Beth: Trying on another.

High: Pic pls.

She readily complies. The next picture is cleavage, with a tantalizing shadow. My mouth waters.

Hugh: That makes me hard. And hungry.

Beth: I’ll wear them this weekend.

Hugh: I can’t wait. You’re crazy hot.

Beth: And you are very kind.

Hugh: I’m jerking off right now. Who’s kind?

Beth: I’m blushing!

Hugh: Good.

Beth: Are you in bed?

Hugh: Soon.

Beth: Me too.

I picture her stripping out of the satin and stretching out naked on her bed, and I tighten my grip on myself. Tonight isn’t the night for raunchy phone sex.

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