Damaged Beyond Repair (Student/ Teacher) ✔️

Chapter 46

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Alana

It was a little after 11:30 am when my phone on the dresser buzzed. I wondered if it was Nina trying to get me to chat with her in the middle of the night. I grabbed the device reluctantly and swiped the screen only to find a text from that one person who hadn't texted me for the past two years.

   Rowan: Hey! Are you awake?

I stared at the text for a good few seconds, and I decided to respond.

Alana: Hi! Yes, I'm awake.

The reply came within a second. He was online.

Rowan: What are you doing?

Alana: Lying down in bed. You?

Rowan is typing....

Rowan: Thinking about you.

When I read his response, my insides began doing a quick somersault. Stupid heart!

Alana: What were you thinking about me?

Rowan: I'd like to keep my thoughts private 😉

My heart soar. Damn him for making me desperate for that answer.

Alana: Don't be such a spoilt sport and tell me.

Rowan is typing....

Alana: Tell me! 😭

A few seconds passed and it was still 'Rowan is typing' I almost pulled my hair in frustration.

Rowan: I'm lying in my bed in the dark; naked and doing things to myself, thinking about you.

I imagined him without his clothes in bed and I had these weird tingling feeling down below. I giggled under the covers and decided to tease him as I typed.

Alana: What things? I need details😒

Rowan: Things that men do while they are alone under covers. I thought you were smart enough to figure it out.

Alana: Elaborate Plz.

Rowan: I'm touching myself thinking that it's your hands that are touching me.

I had an urge to do that myself, but I was such a coward to admit it. I didn't want to touch myself, I wanted him here, with me, with his masculine hands all over me.

Alana: Hmm, sort of like a Thai massage parlor? 😂

Rowan: Haha. I forgot to laugh. I know that you know what I'm talking about, Alana. You are not so innocent.

Alana: You're trying to do sexting with me, and that's what boyfriends do. You're not even my boyfriend.

I didn't get a response for a good minute and I thought Rowan was offended.

Rowan: Would you rather it be someone else?

Before I could find a better retort, he was typing again.

Rowan: Someone like Troy?

My jaw remained slack open. So, he knew about Troy and me fake dating, yet here he was taunting me with it? Rage took over all of a sudden, any sort of horniness that was building inside me had died down.