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Chapter Forty-Four
Emma
For weeks, we fall into a routine.
Texting while I'm at school.
Not quite flirting at work.
Going back to my place for dinner and TV and long make out sessions.
Sometimes, I get him off.
Sometimes, he gets me off.
I want, so, so badly to fuck him.
For that to be okay.
I'm almost there.
I'm so fucking close.
But the closer I get, the further away it feels.
