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Tom
Me: Hey Rosie, is it weird I miss you? Last night, the whole weekend, the last two weeks has been the best of my life. And you’re right we need to talk
Rosie: what was your favourite part? *winky face emoji*
Okay, not quite the response I was expecting.
Me: Can I choose all of it?
Rosie: surely you have a favourite bit
I sucked in a breath. Maybe she wanted to sext. I was down. Fuck. Rosie going down on me, her lips wrapped around my dick, her eyes on mine as she sucked up and down my length.
Dots appeared as Rosie began typing, but I couldn’t wait, wanting to tell her just how much I liked what she’d done to me and what it all meant.
Me: I will never forget how you sucked my cock
Me: You know exactly how amazing I thought that was
Me: But my favourite part of the weekend was you calling out my name as we came together.
For a full minute, I stared at the messenger window waiting for Rosie to reply.
Fuck, did I say something wrong? How did sexting work? Jesus, what was I—holy fuck, she’s writing something. Thank Christ.
Rosie: Glad you enjoyed yourself
I blinked. That was ice cold.
Me: Is everything okay?
Me: I can’t stop thinking about you and want to be with you again as soon as we can
Rosie: I’m not sure when I can see you again, to be honest
My heart thudded against my ribs as if seeking escape from my body. An acidic taste sat at the back of my mouth.
Me: Is something wrong? I can come over right now and talk if you
Rosie: I’m fine
Me: want to
Rosie: Just don’t know when I can see you
Rosie: this isn’t like a forever thing. We had a good weekend, we had fun, right?
Me: What’s going on?
Me: I thought we were something more than just two weeks of fun
Rosie: there’s Amanda to think about here. Her friendship with me. And our families too. We should consider other people’s feelings on this
Rosie: I mean it was just fun. But there’s no future for this
Rosie: There are guys at uni more at my time of life than you and me together, you know?