The sweat from my forehead beaded down the left side of my rosacea pink cheek. Panting nervously, I wipe my face dry with a cotton towel I found under my bed. Which was covered in Hershey's dark chocolate from the night before, binge watching "Baby Daddy". My phone vibrates, oh how I love the feeling. A text. I force myself to wait to reply, as I don't want to make him think I was waiting all day for his text. "wyd" he said. You would assume an asshole would write that, but he was far from one. The curls of his hazelnut hair whirled through my head. His stubble that scratches my face every time we embrace, the damp feeling of his muscular back every time we see each other flooded my head. "nm hbu" I reply, my fingers trembled in nervousness pressing send. Alexa, the whore next door knocked in triplets at my front door. Apparently she heard my squealing from upstairs. I told her nothing, as she was with her fourth boy toy this week, and it's Thursday. "Ethan, right" she asks, wanting to know everything about anything. "No, nobody you know." I harshly say. The aurora ringtone flooded the room. "Ethan Dolan😍💦🍆" my caller ID shows.
