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But, I didn’t give one flying fuck.

He pressed harder as he circled my aching clit, and then his mouth was back on the side of my neck.

My senses were liquefied as I moaned even harder as he speeds up his fingers.

Now, I wasn’t a virgin. But, I’ve only had sex with one other man and it was a disaster. It lasted two minutes, and I never got off.

I thought something was wrong with me, until I researched and realized he was just a terrible lover.

This wasn’t even sex, but it already felt ten times better.

I’m moaning into the tree as my hips circulate as he plays me like a violin, when all of a sudden, a sound goes off.

We both stop.

At first, I think its my phone until a voice comes through.

“Haven’t heard from S in a while. S, can you copy?”

Was that his radio?

He slipped his fingers away from me, and it took everything to not whine because of how close I was to cumming.

I keep my eyes closed as I try to catch my breath.

He moves away from me, and I hear some tapping and then a whoosh sound as if a message was sending.

I think that was our cue to stop.

I breathed slowly before I felt him tap me on my shoulder.

Opening my eyes, I looked over my shoulder to see the familiar mask staring back at me.

“Until next year, huh.”

TWENTY FOUR

Next year.

The year.

9:41 P.M.

The carnival was screaming around me.

I could hear it through the walls of the attraction-the distant shrieks, the laughter, the pounding music, the occasional burst of an actor chasing someone around.

But I was listening anymore.

I was staring at the piece of paper in my hand.

I’d rewritten it four times.

The first version sounded desperate.

The second sounded plain stupid.

The third sounded like a fucking ransom note.