Page 24 of Cyber Revenge

“Say my name.”

“Patrick.”

“Say it again.”

“Patrick.Patrick.Don’t stop, fuck, don’t stop,”

I come again, full-body shaking, and he groans as he buries himself inside me and lets go. Filling me with heat, with want, with everything I haven’t known I crave.

He holds me for a long time after.

Arms wrapped around me. Breathing hard. His lips soft on my neck.

And then comes the whisper.

“Be mine.”

I blink. “What?”

“Trip’s not texting you. I am. I’m showing up. He’s playing games. I’m not. I want you, Lydia. All of you. No morealmosts. No more waiting.”

I look into his eyes. He looks steady. Real. Sure.

And I…

I don’t want to feel abandoned anymore.

“…Okay.”

FOURTEEN

TRIP

Iknew before she told me.

The signs were small, but loud to someone like me.

Her messages changed.

Shorter. Lighter. Filtered.

She stopped sending voice notes and selfies at night.

No more lipstick stains on her blunt. No more giggling nudes in the mirror with captions like“Can’t stop thinking about your voice.”

And on her Snap story, up for exactly eleven minutes, was a single photo.

A table for two.

Her hand. His watch.

“Maybe I like real people after all.”

Patrick.

I don’t have to guess.

That night, I didn’t sleep.

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