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https://mybook.to/Once again, I don’t bother reading. Just watch the way he lifts his shirt up and shows that overly defined V on his hips.
It’s fucking obscene.
I’m even harder now.
My hips move without me wanting them to, but it’s a need. A deeply buried, repressed need for him.
I hate it. I hate that I want him so badly when he’s moved on.
When he’s with someone else.
He pulls his shirt off and grabs some dumbbells. I can almost trace the beads of sweat moving down his chest with my tongue. I can almost feel the scrape of his roughly shaven jaw against mine.
I can still smell him.
My eyes screw shut, and I feel my release coat the inside of my boxers.
With an exasperated sigh, I fall face-first into the mattress, the phone still clutched in my hand.
When I finally pry an eyelid open, I stare at the screen and realize with horror that I accidentally liked his post.
I scramble to undo it, but I know the damage has been done. He’ll know I’ve been looking and perving on him and his videos.
I let out a muffled grunt into my pillow, hoping it doesn’t alarm my neighbor, and turn my phone off entirely.
I won’t turn it back on until I’m at the airport.
And I won’t open that app again.
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