I see Dawson’s text the moment it comes in, but I don’t answer it. I’m not going to answer it until morning either. He can sweat it out. I can feel the desperation in his words, and the thought of going to dinner with his mother has my nerves rioting.
So does the fact that he saw my striped underwear earlier that day. They aren’t my power panties, but it…
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