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I wakeup to a picture in my chat with Pretty. It’s definitely of him. The phone must be close to his face because I’m looking down the length of his body. His chest is in focus while the rest of him is blurred.
There’s a good chance that he’s not wearing anything at all. The blankets are bunched low on his hips.
I’m not panting at all…
Me
Wow. You’re… stunning.
Pretty Boy
lol. You don’t see what I’m showing you, do you?
I look at the picture again. Like I needed an excuse to zoom in. No, I have no idea what he’s showing me. All I can see are the smooth, sexy planes of his body until they disappear under a bunched-up blanket.
Me
I’m sorry but you’re far too distracting for me to see anything beyond you. You’re going to have to point it out.
Also, if you wanted me to look at something other than you, this was definitely the wrong way to take the picture.
Pretty Boy
Ha! See the hint of pink in the background?
Once more, I click on the picture and try not to imagine what he’s got under his blanket. There’s a single glimpse of pink in the blurred distance. But it’s apparently a substantial pink because it doesn’t get lost.
Me
I see it, but it just looks like a dot. What is it supposed to be?
Another picture comes through and this time, he’s not in it. I’m looking through a couple doors and into… a room. It’s frilly and neat. Soft. But far enough away that I can’t make out any details.
Me
What’s that?
Pretty Boy
I think I mentioned I have an entire room of dresses and things. It’s always locked away behind a hidden door in my closet. Sometimes, I sit in my big bean bag chair and just stare at it.
Me
Show me?
Pretty Boy
Promise you aren’t going to be… repulsed?
My heart clenches. The idea that someone has made him feel that way makes me angry. I’d like to tie them to the ice and skate over their necks.
Me
I promise, my Pretty Boy.
Seconds tick into minutes. Just as I begin to think he’s not going to send anything, a video comes through.
