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Drifting halfway between sleep and wakefulness, I mistakenly sent the R-rate story on my mobile phone to Ryan Herdman I had a crush on, as a paper.

To be exact, I sent it to a WhatsApp chat group with him and my classmates in the laboratory.

What worried me the most was that the hero and heroine of the story were named after Ryan and me.

By the time I woke up, the document could no longer be recalled.

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I held my phone and leaned against the headboard, feeling a shiver down my spine.

The text on the screen said, "Ryan narrowed his eyes with a faint smile on his face and ripped off Yolanda's slip dress, revealing..."

I really didn't have the courage to continue reading, so I closed the document in despair.

Here was the thing.

Last night, my friend Chloe Vernon, a huge fan of literature, sent me a document and hinted that I should read it before going to bed.

She often shared her work with me and let me be the first reader.

I figured out what she meant and didn't open it immed