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e body was particularly mangled." Is that supposed to make me feel better? It's like he hears my unspoken question because he takes the conversation a different direction. "Just

my friend is missing. I hang up without saying goodbye and open my texts. Olivia hasn't responded in a few days but I hadn't thought anything of it. We've both been busy with finals and she picked up that remote internship recently. I click on her contact photo. It zooms out from a photo of just her to one of both of us. We've both got black hair but mine is wavy and hers is curly. I've got pale white skin and she has smooth brown skin. She's dres

ne's name. I have her under Buddy01.

en she knocks on my apartment door. "Ten

getting

iles w

s me into her arms

mile under mine. She lifts me so I wrap my legs around her waist and closes the door with her foot to carry me to the bed we've shared

the ceiling as clouds drift by, think about the biology final I just took, think

e's s

w she's wearing it. It's her favorite way to fuck me. Hardly does it any other way even though I wish

ube? I'm fresh out." I slide my nightstand dra

" she r

No," I tell her and angle my hips to take

ue to inch the dildo further. "Wait! Wait. Just... Slow. Okay?"

iraculously, it doesn't feel like she's trying to shove a camping thermos up my... I shake the thought off and fake a small moan. But now she's thrusting too fast again and Jesus Christ was I drunk every time we slept together? I clear my throat. She looks me in the eye again and it's somehow worse t

but I do. I slow down until she matches my pace and starts to hit all the right spots. She digs her fingers into my hips so hard it'll bruise tomorrow but I finish like that anyway, with a stranger inside of me and my mind anywhere but here. It doesn't last long and isn't spectacular. I don't moan. She'll know I'm faking it. I roll off her and grab the hem of her underwear. "Here. Let me-" I'm glad when she grabs my hands. "I don't like being touched. You don't remember?" She almost sounds hurt. I wonder how badly it would hurt if I told her I don't know her name. I smile. "Sorry. Must've slipped my mind." I swing my legs over the side of the bed and find my underwear, hoping she does the same. I hate when the fuck buddy is hard to get rid of. "Was that good?" she asks. I let out a single c

sed," Amel

Sophie," I tell h

e ...

how to talk to the people in San Antonio. "I was wondering

. I could use the mon

scof

rank call someo

me. "I'm coming back to San Antonio for winter break

ts again." My throat feels all prickly and tears push at my eyeli

ecome another statistic even if it means I ha