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Dalton: Did you come?

I close my eyes, still trembling.

Me: Yes.

Dalton: Good.

Another little aftershock goes through me.

Me: You’re sooo arrogant.

Dalton: Did you like it?

I stare at the question.

Then type: Too much.

A pause.

Dalton: I’m close.

My breath catches all over again.

Me: What are you thinking about?

Dalton: You asking for me.

I press the phone to my chest for a second, then look again.

Dalton: You saying you wanted one night and then taking everything I gave you.

My stomach tightens.

Dalton: Your mouth. Your tits. The way you said D because it was all you had, and God honest that was the hottest thing I’d heard. And it was just a fucking syllable.

I whisper his name before I type it.

“Dalton.”

Me: Dalton.

No reply for several seconds.

Then: Fuck.

A pause.

Dalton: I came.

The words send a strange warmth through me, softer than the rest.

For a minute, neither of us texts. I clean my hand with a tissue from the side table, then lie there staring at the ceiling, body loose and mind finally quieting.

Then I type: Simone is going to murder me if she ever finds out what I did on her couch.

Dalton: Wash your hands.

I press my face into the pillow to muffle my laugh.