Oops.
I never said I didn’t.
Which is true. We agreed on my identity being anonymous, we never said a word abouthers.
My Gracie
You don’t play fair, do you?
All is fair in love and orgasms, babe.
My Gracie
I’m rolling my eyes so hard right now.
I’ll have you rolling them for other reasons soon enough.
My Gracie
I assumed it was a one-time thing?
With you, once will never be enough.
EIGHT
GRACIE
With you, once will never be enough.
What the hell isthatsupposed to mean?
I have so many questions, and I suppose what he said is true, it would have been easy for him to find my number, there’s just something not quite sitting right with the entire thing, but I’m probably just being paranoid.
I bite my lip and type out a response.
Never? What happened to being anonymous?
I don’t have to wait for long for his reply, since it pops up almost instantly.
Unknown
I’m still not going to tell you who I am, but you better believe it wasn’t just a one-time thing.
I hold my breath as I stare at the message and then stare at it some more.
He wants to see me again but also wants to continue wearing the mask. Does he plan on meeting me some place? Coming to my dorm? One of the reasons I don’t date is because I freaking hate the buildup to everything, and his message is threatening to have my anxiety spiraling.
What am I supposed to say to that?
Am I supposed to flirt with him right now?
Do I even want to see him again?
This entire situation is so far out of my comfort zone that I have no idea what to do with myself, and I’m honestly just debating blocking his number and attempting to forget about the whole thing.
Before I can act on it though, another text pops up.
Unknown
