Late Night Texts

Late Night Texts

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You were about to watch Teen Wolf (your fav show) but you left your phone at home so you texted off your friend's phone Alexa. You knew your boyfriend's phone number by heart so you typed it in the number bar. You needed to tell him not to worry about you because he might of spammed your phone. He was a very protective somewhat abusive boyfriend. He didn't like you making contact with any other guy, but he knew if he didn't let you watch Teen Wolf you were going to rip his tongue out like Tracy did to Lydia. You texted him and told him to text you back on your phone later. When you texted him he seemed very confused about everything. You had to hush him up when Teen Wolf started. The show was perfect. You loved everyone but the Dylans were your favorites. Eventually, you found out it was a wrong number but, continued texting this stranger whose apparent name is Dylan. One thing lead to another and he wanted to meet you but, you didn't know what to expect.
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