-Maybe you imagined it.
GIO:
-I’m pretty damn sure it’s racing right now, too. Wait, I think I can actually hear it from here.
God. How the hell does he even know something like that?! Is he stalking me? Does he have bat-level hearing?? What is he?
This is actually terrifying. Genuinely terrifying. Gritting my teeth, I try to steady my trembling fingers, replying coldly.
ME:
-Normal resting heart rate is between 60 and 100 bpm. Nothing unusual about mine.
GIO:
-Okay, nerd. Maybe try controlling yourself better next time.
ME:
-Goodnight, asshole.
I type angrily, hitting send and shoving my phone roughly away. I lie back. Another notification chimes sharply, startling me again. Without thinking, I snatch the phone back. Him again.
GIO:
-Don’t dream of me, Rava. I’ll know if you do.
I stare at his words, breath hitching in my chest. I open the camera, ready to flip him off straight to his smug face. Like he fucking deserves.
…
Nope. Changed my mind. That’s not me. I lock the screen and toss my phone to the side.
Damn him.
3:00 AM
I’m on my back. I’m blinking at the ceiling. My fingers tap slowly against my abs.
I’m bored. And hungry as fuck. But I’m not getting up. Not eating. Not fucking this up. I worked hard for this.
V-line’s finally showing up like a reward. Like a "hey, you just got cheated on, but you don’tcompletelysuck!"
I will work out tomorrow. Discipline. No late snacks. No fuckups.
I open my phone. Camera’s already on.
No way I’m walking to the mirror. I lift it above me. Angle down. Okay wait. Holy shit. I smile. What the fuck.
I look good, too. Gio can fuck off. My chest looks solid.
Even the light’s helping me out for once.
Okay yeah, fuck it, I’m kind of hot too.
I toss the phone to the side for a second. Peel off my shirt. Push my sweatpants down a little.
Waistband sitting low now. Real low. Maybe too much. Let the shadows do the work. Let the lighting flex with me.
