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❝ Can't delete it from my memory.❞
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a/n: midterms are jumping meeee... ugh anyway i should be studying for chem but instead im writing this. im sick LMFOAOAOA! enjoy!! comment!!
CW: smut, unhealthy relationship behavior again.
wc: 1.3k
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BZZZZZZZT
Choso felt his ears perk up at the familiar buzzing sound – he knew it was her. Even if his ringer was off, even if he couldn't hear the telltale text tone he had purchased specifically for her, he knew it was her.
He just knew.
So he rolled over with a quiet groan and reached for his phone. The cotton sheets felt cool against his bare chest. He braced his weight onto his elbows, turning the phone on. He knew he was naive. He knew that if he had some semblance of self respect, he would block her number and go back to sleep.
It had been two weeks since he had last seen her. The time read 3:33 AM – he had an 8-AM lecture the next morning. Still, squinting at the screen, he adjusted his eyes to decipher the message on his screen.
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What does she want this late? Brows knit, he opened the message. Nothing – nothing – could have prepared him for what awaited.
The chat loaded up – empty, save for the picture of her in the middle. She was posing in front of the mirror, flash obstructing your face, in a wine-red lingerie set. A lacey bikini top with a clasp in the middle: a tiny clasp that looked easy to open. Thin, red panties with ruffles around the waistband – a matching, strappy garter belt wrapped around your waist, her thighs, her hips.
She had her hair down, posed up on her knees – just like he had always liked.
He believed his slack-jawed surprise was a mild reaction to the contents of the picture she had sent him. He knew he should have known better – he should have left the chat and deleted the picture off of his phone entirely.
But, fuck, she looked so perfect. He couldn't tear his eyes away. Almost three weeks after the breakup, the pull she had on him was insane. Like magic – he felt his dick twitch in his pants, like it had a mind of its own.
