“Beautiful,” he says as I come to.
I’m flushed and shy when I finally fall back to earth. I kiss his cheek and reach for him. “You’re still very hard, Mr. Hanson,” I whisper. “Let’s take care of that.”
He smiles in agreement, and I’m happy to return the favor.
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Hey Gretchen, How are you?
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Did you get the flowers I sent?
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I hope you like them.
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I wasn’t sure if you like purple.
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Can you reply when you have a chance?
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Are you not getting these texts? Are you very busy?
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I’d really love to know if you received the flowers.
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How is Ethan? He’s a cute boy.
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It’s been hours. I think you’re being kind of rude.
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I’m sorry. I’m just impatient. Please text back when you have a chance.
Ten texts in three hours.I really need to deal with him.
Hi Samuel. Sorry, I’ve been swamped at work. Yes, I did get the flowers. They’re beautiful. Thank you so much.
I debate sending a happy face for the longest time. Finally I decide that yes, this definitely calls for a happy face.
:)
He replies a second later.
Glad to hear it. Can’t wait to see you again.
I blow out a breath. He’s obviously kind of obsessed with me. And I’m not doing him any favors by leading him on. I need to nip this in the bud. Right now.
