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Maybe that can be arranged.
As payment for doing a good job.
Sweetheart, I never do anything less.
We’ll see.
Ten days, then I’ll show you.
Will you hang the pictures shirtless?
Of course.
Is there another way to hang them?
I’m literally lying down on my bed right now because there’s no blood in my head.
Well, not the one on my shoulders.
You’re not the only one.
I’m not sure how I’ll last another ten days.
[photo]
Maybe this will help get you through.
In what world do you think me getting a photo of you in fucking SUSPENDERS is going to make me MORE patient?
Because I might let you see them in real life if you’re a good boy and wait.
Fine.
But I need more photos to keep me going.
Pretty please.
Well since you asked so nicely…
[photo]
Fuck. Okay I shouldn’t have asked for another photo.
Do you not like it?
I like it so much that I’m genuinely trying to figure out how fast I can fly back to London so I can see it in person.
Ten days, Jem.
Ten days, then you and all your lacy temptations are mine.
Chapter 15
Jeremiah
Something had shifted between Noah and me.
I wasn’t talking about the dirty pictures or flirty conversations either. No, it was in the frequency of our messages, the snippets of daily life we exchanged, the way I reached for my phone the instant my eyes were open to message him, often to find a message already waiting.
