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“I can’t wait to see you again.
Same time tomorrow, darling 😘.”
I stared at it, trying to force my brain to come up with a harmless explanation.
Wrong number. Spam.
A buddy messing with him.
But my hands were already opening the chat.
Flirting.
Plans.
Photos.
And Blake saying things like:
I felt sick. Not metaphorically.
Physically.
Then I saw a photo that made my blood turn to lava.
The story doesn’t end here — it continues on the next page.
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