Read part 2 of “Husband, Husband, Neighbor” to get caught up before reading on…
Sleep didn’t come. It was well past midnight, and I laid on my bed, exhausted and sweaty, scrolling through the increasingly desperate text messages I’d sent to Paul that evening.
D: Hey babe, how was the flight?
D: Wish you were here, sexy.
D: Thinking of you. Hope Milwaukee is treating you well.
D: Miss you, stud. Horny and locked thinking about my big, sexy man.
D: Everything OK, babe? Your dick is on my mind.
D: Fuck I want you so much.
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