64-touch the parts

Alessia Romero

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I picked his phone with hesitation. There was no way he expected me to use his phone knowing I would in fact go through all his chats. He then disappeared to his room, leaving me with his phone, his freaking phone.

I gently sat down, holding his phone as though I was holding something fragile. I gazed at the door he disappeared to then back at the phone. He was serious, and I was seriously gonna feed my knickknack. I needed to know what was always in his mind, what his chats looked like.

Was he sassy? Or, was he always straight to the point when chatting? Was he always cold?

Does he have someone he would share secrets with?

Questions choked my brain every second that I stared at his phone.

I was shaking for real because my eyes were needing more than they were supposed to see. I exhaled then leaned on the coach's backrest and swiped the screen to unlock it.

Jokes on me because he had no meaningful apps except for