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It took me a moment to register the trace of moisture the pad was leaving on my skin, and I only did because the echo of a ripple caught me by surprise.

“Fuck yeah,” I muttered, getting mentally ready for the kind of climax I hadn’t reached with Steph over the last two nights.

It was just a small, pale fraction of what it could’ve felt, but it was the best I could get at that moment, and I took it. A while later, back in bed, I was as relaxed and contented as I would’ve been only two months earlier after one of what Steph and I used to call epic fucks.

I fell asleep right away. A deep, restoring sleep I sorely needed, without any dreams.

But those were my last moments of content.

Thursday turned out to be a dull, gloomy day. Especially because after checking my locker was as empty as the day before, I had the great idea of checking my texts. Only then I found what Big Ellie had written with the last GIF he’d sent me.

“That was nice. Have a good weekend.”

“What?”

I realized I’d cried i