Chapter 257: Keep Those Thoughts to Yourself

His back hunches over and his breathing is wild, all of it coming from his mouth and not his nose like it should in proper form. "Who?"

I slow my pace further, not only to tell him the full story, but so Crispin can catch his breath and not pass out on the sidewalk. "My ex. He's sending me text messages and pictures." I'd left those details out the day I'd told him about my history with Ben.

"Pictures of what?" Crispin asks in one complete sentence, getting control over his breathing.

"You don't want to know."

"I think I do."

I've been working so hard to keep the thoughts to myself, so as the story comes out, I pick up the pace making Crispin follow. "It's my ex. I don't understand why, but whenever he's been drinking, he texts me messages with pictures of him and Elizabeth. Definitely inappropriate pictures you wouldn't put on Facebook." Nothing to the level of being porny or anything, but that doesn't mean I want to see them.

"Argh," he huffs.

"I would block his number,