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And then I press the keys with a trembling hand.

Piper: My pussy’s so wet, you can slip right inside me.

My fingers hover over the Send button, but I go back and forth with myself about actually sending it. It’s too much. Too personal. And then I hear the sound of Cannon’s voice, and I send it without even thinking, like I’m about to get caught.

“Babe? Where are you?” he says again.

“I’m in here!” I yell with a shaky voice.

I don’t know what’s worse—the fact that I just texted West or that I sent it to the sound of my husband’s voice.

Cannon sticks his head around the corner and takes a look at the heap of clothing I have strewn around the walk-in closet. The mess looks a lot like the inside of my mind.

“Either you’re bored or you’re mad at me,” he says.

“Believe it or not, I didn’t throw a single thing.” But I did make a mess, and it’s going to take another hour to hang everything back up. Cannon knows that when I’m stressed, I reorganize and clean. Even my shoes are all over the pla