Chapter 88 Dirty Text Stranger Iv
- Jamie was already pulling on his clothes, fingers fumbling over buttons as if he couldn’t get them done fast enough. His hair was a mess, lips still red from kissing, his body flushed where I’d touched him—but his eyes… they were distant. Gone.
- He didn’t even look at me when he spoke.
- “This should end,” he said quietly, voice tight. “You shouldn’t come back here.”