I have to believe that it will all work out, because if not, it’s not even a question ofifI’ll lose my sanity.
I know I will.
I’m already halfway there.
I don’t bother with a shower, I just strip off my shirt and lay down on the bed, grabbing the burner phone as I do.
I open the thread with Gracie, and instead of sayingdeliveredlike it has all day, it now saysread.
I knew that she had seen the message this morning, but she had never actually opened the text thread… but now she has.
My heart rate picks up.
She’ll have just gotten back to the dorm, is she going to reply? Is she sitting there, her thumb hovering over the keyboard, wondering what to say?
Just as I think my heart might burst with anticipation, the phone vibrates and a message from my girl pops up on the screen.
My Gracie
Who is this?
I chuckle. There’s no way she doesn’t know who’s texting her, the little minx.
You know exactly who it is, babe.
My Gracie
Not sure… it could be anyone.
Just how many guys made you come multiple times while wearing a mask?
My Gracie
Hmm, only a few.
My jaw clenches.
Liar.
If she was seeing other people, I’d sure as fuck know about it.
And put an end to it.
My Gracie
Okay, fine. How did you get my number?
Hmm. Do I lie to make her feel better, or tell the truth and freak her out?
I don’t like lying to her, so maybe just a half truth.
It’s easy to get someone’s number through social media.
My Gracie
You already knew who I was that night, didn’t you?
She must have picked up on my slip of the tongue when I called her by name.
