Chapter 19

19

H ot, bothered, and a little drunk, I walk up the stairs to the second-floor apartment I live in. My phone buzzes, and I take it out of my jacket pocket.

Aaron Olson

You are going to be on my mind all night.

Oh, really?

He’s having too much fun making me frustrated. He needs to be more frustrated. I throw my jacket to the floor and unbutton my pants, which are so snug after that meal. As I walk to my bedroom, a wicked idea comes to mind. Taking out my vibrator from my nightstand, I snap a picture of me kissing it and text it to Aaron.

Sarah Anderson

I didn’t get dessert, and I wanted it.

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