Stalked By My Boyfriends Best Friend
I snap a picture of the puppy and type out a message:
Warning... When you come over tonight, there’s a puppy. Courtesy of my totally not creepy stalker.
I hit send and feel the weight of it settle in. This is too much, even for me. I make myself some food, eat quickly, and then hop in the shower. Afterward, I slip into the lingerie I bought earlier, snap a picture, and send it to Justin with a caption:
Waiting for you to arrive!
He’d confirmed earlier that he’d come over right after work, but now it’s been a while, and there’s still no reply. Trying to shake off the unease creeping in, I grab a drink and sit down with Little Bear, opening my book to distract myself.
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