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Your head left an indent on my pillow.

The smell of your skin's still in my sheets.

How the hell am I supposed to sleep?

Becca, you did this to me.

My whole body flushed.I bit my lip and grinned into the dark.

I reached for my front-facing camera, adjusted the light just right, and snapped a quick shot — me in a soft bra top, sheets pulled up around my waist, hair messy, eyes sleepy but smiling.

Me:

Here’s your early Christmas treat.

The three dots appeared so fast I laughed.

Bear:

Becca.

You’re killing me.

Do youwantme to wreck my truck trying to drive to you right now?

Me:

Mmm, kinda.

But also… no.

I told you, I don’t put out on the first date.

Bear:

Groans

Like, actual groaning. Out loud.

Into my damn mattress that smells of you… ( no not washing them anytime soon)

Bear(again):

I’m gonna need a cold shower.

Or two.

Me:

Good. Maybe wash your sheets next time?

You deserve it for sending a 2am thirst text.

Bear:

You call that a thirst text?

I was beingrespectful.