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Marley: Hey, nice contact name.
Fucking Fine Ass Clark: You like that? ??
Marley: Yeah, it’s funny.
Fucking Fine Ass Clark: What are you doing?
Marley: Laying in bed.
Fucking Fine Ass Clark: What are you wearing?
Marley: Fuck off.
I shake my head, getting up from the bed to dig around for my pajamas.
A text comes through, and I look down to see a picture of a shirtless Clark laying in bed. Jesus Christ.
Marley: You’re playing a dangerous game.
Fucking Fine Ass Clark: What are you wearing?
He asks again, completely ignoring me.
I look down, frowning. I’m not sending him a picture of me in a smelly T-shirt and shorts. Although, I don’t think I should be sending him a picture, period.
Sighing, I dig around in my bag until I find a dark red, cropped lace pajama top and matching shorts. I pull my hair from the messy bun on my head and run my fingers through it.
I snap a picture quickly, before I can think better of it, and send it immediately, tossing my phone on my bed, pacing the bedroom while I wait for a response.
My phone dings almost immediately, and I bite my bottom lip nervously. I pick it up, staring at the message on the screen.
Fucking Fine Ass Clark: Jesus fucking Christ, beauty.
I can’t fight the smile that comes across my face.
Marley: Okay, that’s enough.
Fucking Fine Ass Clark: You’re killing me.
I don’t know how to respond to him. I shouldn’t have even let it get this far, but it seems like I lose all sense of responsibility when it comes to any interactions with Clark.
Fucking Fine Ass Clark: Don’t overthink this, beauty.
Marley: It’s kind of hard not to.
Fucking Fine Ass Clark: I could fall in love with you.
I gasp at his words, my hands trembling as I type out a response.
Marley: Don’t say shit like that to me, Clark. Don’t fucking do that.
Fucking Fine Ass Clark: It’s the truth.
Marley: I don’t care.
Fucking Fine Ass Clark: Beauty, one day, when you find the right guy, I hope I’m the one that haunts your dreams at night. I hope you lay awake at night, like I do, and think about what could have been, if we were two different people.
Marley: Why would you want me to go through that?
