Page 17 of Still His

Opening up the app, I see there’s a message from her.

Softkitty69:

Hi, I know I should have messaged earlier, but I got a little hung up. Sorry.

She’s seriously messaging another man after everything that just happened? I know it’s me, but she doesn’t fucking know that.

Does she?

I guess I’ve given her enough hints today that she could have put two and two together and is taunting me with it.

Only one way to find out.

Dante:

Not a problem. Everything alright?

Not sure why I told her to check in with me when she got here to let me know she was safe. I knew she was here, but it was something that just popped out and I couldn’t exactly take it back once I had said it. Not without raising suspicion anyways.

Softkitty69:

Fine.

What does she mean it’s fine? She’s usually more talkative with me than that.

Dante:

You know what they say about women saying fine, right?

I smile a little as I watch her type, a picture of her in bed rolling her eyes popping up on the screen.

Softkitty69:

Yeah, yeah. Just tired. Been a long day. A big day.

Dante:

Good or bad?

I wait, holding my breath as she types her response.

What if today was too much for her or I came on too strong?

Softkitty69:

Good, definitely good, I think.

Dante:

You think?

Softkitty69:

I know. It’s basically what I’ve wanted for years. Guess it still feels like a dream and I’m afraid I will wake up.

Dante:

I think if this is something you’ve wanted for a long time then it’s about time you got it.

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