Page 66 of My Sweet Dollie, You Have to Love Me

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It is.

Shane:

And you know I wanna chat with you all the time.

Olive:

Oh, really. What would your girlfriend say?

Shane:

I doubt she’d care. We hardly speak.

I make efforts constantly. He’s the only person I ever communicate with. And he’s never interested in more than a two-minute conversation before he picks up his phone again to talk to someone else.

Olive:

It was the same with my boyfriend.

Shane:

He’s not around anymore, right?

Olive:

He isn’t. ;)

Shane:

Good. Because fuck, I want you.

That message has my stomach ballooning with discomfort. A sickly feeling rushes up my throat, but I swallow it down.

Olive:

Would it be totally weird if I said I know. :P

Shane:

Maybe a little big-headed. LOL.

But you’re too fucking hot. So, it’s understandable.

Olive:

Well, it was kinda obvious you felt that way earlier this month while you and your guys fixed my car for free…

Shane:

Was it kinda obvious that I’d jacked off twice to pictures of you before going into work that day?

There are twenty minutes between his last message and this woman’s next.

Olive:

Don’t. I’m blushing now, and I won’t be able to look you in the eye again when I see you next.You know, when you bring me my next present and all.By the way, thank you for the last one. And for not charging me for it, either.I appreciate it. If you’d like something to appreciate, check this out. :P

A link is attached to the bottom of her message, and I click it, allowing curiosity to kick me while down. It directs me to an app where everyone shares photos of themselves. An app, Shane told me he didn’t have, because it was full of egotistical people who needed compliments to feel good.

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