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I turned to face her. “But if you meant that bit about us being friends, it wouldn't be too weird to meet up for matcha or boba, would it? It doesn't even have to be tonight if you're busy. Just any day before graduation.” A warm smile replaced her frown.

“I’d like that.” I took out my phone.

“Number’s still the same?” I asked, and she nodded.

“Yeah, my number was still the same.” I shrugged, fighting the compulsion to give her a hug.

“Well great. I'll give you a ring later,” I said, excusing myself before I embarrassed myself. The feelings weren't done, the heartache wasn't over, but there is one last thing I could do to prove that I could move on.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

Jaq

A wave of guilt hit me, recalling my earlier conversation with Graham. I’d been so selfish. This man had literally lost his dad, and I unknowingly broke up with him a week prior. I couldn't have thought of a shittier thing I’ve done. While we were all civil and smiles in public, I hardly expected to hear from him. So, when my phone buzzed at 11:02 at night, I almost ignored it, thinking it was one of the girls. I practically rushed seeing his name at the reminder beep.

Graham: Hey, sorry for texting so late. Things with classmates ran a little longer than expected. I’d understand if it was too late.

Taking a deep breath, I texted back.

Me: No, you're good. I figured if I didn't hear from you, you probably just didn't have time. Hope you had fun with your mates.

Graham: Probably not as much fun as I could have had with you.

His message bringing a smile to my face.

Me: Careful there. Woman in my time just might mistake this for a booty call, lol.

I texted lol to soften the blow, but my mouth dropped at his reply.

Graham: What if it is a booty call?

Wait, was this really happening? Your girl hadn't been cracked since New Zealand, and now it was just being served to me on a platter from the guy who learned to bring me to status ‘O’ status in five minutes or less. There's no way I was that lucky.

Graham. I'm sorry, is that too much?

He texted when it took too long for me to reply. I unbuttoned my shirt, posing coquettishly, my arm concealing my naked breasts. Snapping a picture, I hit send before I could change my mind as my stomach tied up in knots waiting on his reply. He loved the image as thought bubbles appeared below the message.

Graham: Sexy….

More thought bubbles appeared as the next message that loaded was a video. A freshly showered Graham in nothing but a towel. This man was sending sexts now? I am not okay.

Me: Tease…

Graham: Can I come over?

Right to the chase? Graham had never gave me that he was the booty call kind of guy, but I'll admit his forwardness was kind of turning me on right now.

Me: What are you going to do, punish me?

Graham: That amongst other things. I can be there in an hour.

Me: Just let me know when you're downstairs.

This had to be a dream or something. There was no way this was really happening. Talk about a random chain of events. Given that it was so unanticipated, I half expected Graham to change his mind, or worse, ghost me. I had to accept that I didn't know where this night would lead me, but the truth would reveal itself within the next hour.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

Jaq