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Silence. Minutes of it.

Maybe I scared her away. Maybe she thinks I’m a pig.

Iama pig.

Kenzi

Toren. Do you mean all that?

I love when she says my name. And types it. And now I want to hear it on her lips when I’m buried inside her.

Have I ever lied to you?

Kenzi

No.

Sorry you asked now?

More long moments of silence torture me as I stare at the ceiling with the biggest hard-on of my life, cursing myself while I wait for the coveted sound of her text. Just hearing that small musical chime lately turns me all inside out.

Kenzi

Not at all. That was the best present ever. I’m actually shaking.

She’s ruining me. I want to run my fingers over her warm, quivering flesh and feel what I’m doing to her. I want it so bad I’m on the verge of jumping on my bike and riding nearly three hours in the middle of the night just so I can do exactly that.

But I can’t. Because the truth is cruel; she’s still her and I’m still me, and we were never meant to be this way with each other.

Ok we have to stop now. Game over.

Kenzi

:(

We both know this is wrong.

Kenzi

I wish it wasn’t. :(

Me too, Angel. But we should go now. I have to get up early and I’m going to have a hard time falling asleep after this.

Kenzi

I will, too.

Thank you for sharing your photos with me. You’re breathtakingly beautiful. In every way.

Kenzi

Thank you for sending me yours. :-) Don’t take this wrong, but you’re beautiful, too. Like a dream.

We’ll talk again soon. I love you.

Kenzi

I love you, too. Xo