Page 12 of The Boy I Loved

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No.

Me

Why? Did something happen?

I was surprised he was even texting me back. I figured he would have told me to go to hell, to tell me that whatever we used to have was null and void.

Dom

Yes. But I’m not going to talk about it. You shouldn’t be texting me.

Me

Are you alone?

Dom

Yes. Are you?

I frowned down at the screen. Why did it matter if I was alone? He was the one acting sketchy. He was the one with weird ass friends.

Me

Yes.

The chat bubble popped up and disappeared a few times, anticipation clawing up my throat and burrowing down deep inside of meall at once. My fingers shook around the device, waiting for a response that I wasn’t sure would come.

Dom

Where are your parents?

Me

I’m not sure. They haven’t made it home yet.

Again, the chat bubble popped up and disappeared, like he couldn’t decide whether or not to send whatever message he was typing out.

Dom

I want you to do something for me, but first, I need you to make me a promise.

Me

Anything.

Dom

Promise me that you’ll delete all these messages. Even the deleted ones. There can be zero trace of this conversation. Don’t save anything to your camera roll. You got me?

Confusion slammed into me full force. Whatever shit he was buried in sounded intense, especially if he had to go to these lengths to delete evidence of our conversations. But I was desperate. Desperate for even a scrap of his attention. My fingers started flying across the screen again, my heart hammering against my ribcage.

Me

I promise.

Dom

Good. I want you to get naked and get on your bed. Once you’ve done that, I want you to send me a photo of your tits.

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