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A/N: What's your go-to snack?
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This little mental trip down memory lane led me to Blane's social media page. Somehow, he'd gotten even hotter. He appeared taller, his muscles were more defined, and he had serious big dick energy, if not for the thousands of women worshipping his every post. I wasn't sure if he remembered me, or even liked me for that matter since I ruined his friendship with my brother, but I followed him regardless.
And when I found my thoughts slipping into darker places, likely due to the hunger pangs, I went and stalked my situationship on social media.
Camden.
He wasn't very active. He only had a few photos uploaded, most dated back from years ago. I didn't understand why; I mean, he was an attractive-looking guy. He had blonde hair, plump lips, and ocean-blue eyes. He was a little on the shorter side, but for what he lacked in length he made up for in girth. He was built like a tank—with thick muscle and an accent that made me forget that I was taller than him. Besides, he was funny sometimes—mostly when he ranted off in French. I saw that he had a story uploaded; it was just a picture of a cup of coffee, but I liked it regardless, and nearly instantly, my phone started ringing as his name flashed on the screen.
The phone call was unexpected.
It shouldn't have been—he was a 'call and discuss it' kind of guy.
