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I move away from him, rolling my eyes as I type out a response.
Matteo
I know. My head’s elsewhere.
Sunny
Where’s it at?
Matteo
Your place.
Sunny
Come by tonight and get it.
My stomach flutters, my heart hammering harder.
Matteo
Yeah?
I haven’t heard from you in four days, Sunny.
Sunny
Maybe I was trying to play hard to get.
Matteo
How’d that work out?
Sunny
Not well, since I caved and texted you.
My palms itch and–fuck–I want to see her. Ineedto see her.
Matteo
I can’t stop fucking thinking about you.
Sunny
Yeah?
Matteo
Yeah. It’s becoming a problem.
It’s fucking me up. It’s making me fuck up.
Sunny
So, what do we do about it?
Matteo
