12 Lori

Lorelei

Of fucking course, he needs to head back at the same time I do. The world couldn’t be more in favor of throwing me in his path now that I am trying to avoid him. Not like I spent six years crushing on him before the five years of silence. I rolled my eyes as I threw my shower things into my bag.

My phone vibrates in my back pocket, and I shiver. I hate being afraid of what I’m going to find on my phone. I pull it out and cringe.

Unknown: You looked so fucking hot in that purple bathing suit. I wanted to lick my way down where the water was dripping. I know you aren’t ready for me yet. But when we get married, I’m going to take you every way I can think of and claim you. You are mine.

A photo collage followed the text. One of me in my bathing suit from this morning, the second a photo of a man's cock grasped in a hand. I stifle a cry. Why is this happening to me? Since when is okay to send unsolicited pictures to someone. I get