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Just kidding. I’m totally into that shit. I’m pressing my hands against your chest and gripping handfuls of your shirt with a seductive look. ;)

Love,

K

Sent: 8/27 1:20pm

Dear K,

I’m ripping your shirt open –it’s one of those button-up kind. You’re amazed at my strength. You’re wearing one of those tight corsets (I had to look up the word). It’s white because white looks so fucking sexy on you when you’re all tan from summer and traveling.

You’re also wearing a short skirt with no underwear. You knew I wouldn’t want to wait around to get inside you. You know me so well, K. Thank you. You’re so damn thoughtful.

So, now my clothes are off, too. You tore them off, breathing like you just ran a marathon. I’m honestly a little concerned that maybe you do have asthma. Remember when your mom wondered about that and took you to the doctor in third grade?

Anyway, heavy breathing. And now I’m fucking you, and you’re like, moaning and screaming, “Yes, baby! Yes, J! Oh god, J!” Basically, you come within thirty seconds because I’m that good. Feeling you come makes me want to come, too, but I hold off because I’m good at sex. I make you come five more times, and you’re begging me to stop because you can’t handle any more orgasms.

Then, I finally let myself come because I have expert-level control and held off until you were beyond satisfied. It’s goooood, baby — ten out of ten.

Love,

J

Sent: 8/27 4:25pm

Dear J

I’m laughing so hard right now! It kind of seems like you don’t need me for this? It looks like you’ve got it all figured out. I hope you used a good lube.

Love,

K

Sent: 8/21 4:27pm

Dear J,

I have to go, I’m out of time here, but I’ll have cell service tomorrow! I’m going to call you!!

Love,

K

17

Jaxon

I sat at my desk, staring at the computer monitor in front of me, but not seeing a single line of code. Kinley had been in Peru for sixteen days now, and I was ready to lose my mind. She called me yesterday right in the middle of a meeting, and I got up and walked out to take the call. My development team was pissed, but I didn’t even care. That was how bad I wanted to hear her voice.

I glanced over at the framed photo of us on my desk. I was giving Kinley a piggy-back ride in the middle of the Muir Woods. We were both laughing because I almost dropped her when she surprised me and jumped on my back. It was from the day that Kinley got her first fancy camera and dropped out of college. She’d called me, yelling so loud into the phone that I had to hold it away from my ear. “J! I BOUGHT THE CAMERA! Come with me to the woods to take some pics!” We’d spent the day hiking around the woods, talking about life while Kinley took photos.

When Kinley got her first official photography job, she gave me the photo that sat on my desk now. On the back of it, she wrote, Thank you for believing in my dreams and for letting me be the real me. No matter where my travels take me and how many friends I make, you’ll always be my first and my best.

“Hey!” Savannah’s voice startled me from my memory. She stood in my doorway, wearing a bright and hopeful smile, and holding a coffee cup from JP’s. “I was over at JP’s, and I figured I’d grab you one, too.” She held up the cup. “It’s your favorite—a nitro brew with one cream.”

“Oh, wow, thanks.”

Savannah crossed my small office in a few quick steps and set the cup on the edge of my desk. “How’s the new build going?” She nodded toward my computer and placed her hands on her narrow hips.

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