Page 91 of A Solid Guide to Surviving a Situationship

Messages stacked over each other. All from the same name: Andre.

My chest tightened just a little.

What the hell were they talking about?

Another message came through.

I frowned, shifting slightly on the bed, leaning closer without fully committing to it.

What could he possibly be saying that needed these many messages?

I hesitated just for a second.

But I leaned in fully anyway. The latest message became clearer.

Answer me man

My brows pulled together at this. So I tapped the screen, and the stacked notifications expanded.

You promised me not to do that

You’re fucked up man

My stomach dropped.

Promised what?

I stared at the screen, trying to make sense of it… when something else caught my eye.

Below the Messenger notifications were Instagram messages from a username I didn’t recognize.

@calvin_babe

My body went still. The previews sat there.

When are you coming back, babe?

I missed you too.

And there were more.

Romantic. Intimate.

My grip on the sheets tightened.

And then, below that, more names appeared. More messages from different users.

Short. Direct. Sexual. The chats were familiar in a way I didn’t want to understand too quickly.

Fuck! I want that cock!

This pussy is waiting for you, daddy.

And many more.

Something pressed against my ribs. Not sharp. Not explosive. Just that slow, sinking feeling. The kind that doesn’t surprise you, but one that confirms something.

“Hey.”