31. Kendra

Kendra

I stare at my phone for a long second.

Then I look at the clothes hamper in the corner of my room.

I’m not sure why he’s asking.

And I’m not sure why I’m so willing to answer.

But…

I climb off the bed and pad over to the hamper, lifting the lid.

Before I can overthink it, I take a picture of the red thong lying on top of my clothes and hit send.

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