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Me:It was my pleasure. Trust me.

Faith:Well, it’s late, so I won’t keep you. I just wanted to tell you I had fun.

Me:I’ll never turn down a text from a pretty girl. You can reach out anytime you’d like.

I send it then instantly send another, hoping to make her smile.

Me:In fact, I encourage it. Nudes are a plus.

The three dots appear again, then disappear, then reappear, then disappear.

Fuck. Did I cross a line? Shit. Shit. Shit.

I’m already typing out a reply when a picture message comes through and her beautiful face fills my screen.

Faith:Not a nude, but I hope you like it.

In the photo, she’s lying down in what I think is her bed with a sheet pulled up to her chest. Her blonde hair is loose around her face and she’s puckering her lips in a kiss. There’s not a stitch of makeup on her face.

Me:This is better than a nude.

Faith:OMG, don’t even try to lie. LOL.

Me:I’m not lying. You’re beautiful.

Faith:Smooth talker.

Me:And just between you and me, I really wanted to kiss you.

Faith:I wanted you to kiss me too.

My cock stirs underneath the towel at the simple thought of kissing her. I’m like a fucking fifteen-year-old right now when it comes to her.

Me:Maybe next time.

Faith:Maybe ??

Me:Goodnight, Faith.

Faith:Goodnight, Falcon.

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