The High-Class Pet
Language: en
The aloof campus heartthrob sent me another photo of his abs. I couldn't help myself: Hello, do you know you've sent this to the wrong person again? He replied instantly: It's been a week. Aren't you going to ask who it was meant for? Afraid of embarrassing him, I hurriedly typed: It's fine. I'll just pretend I didn't see anything. But inside, I was terrified. Terrified he'd discover my secret crush, my daily screen-licking, my stalking. So I put on a brave face, deliberately parading around with my childhood friend. Until the day Julian found my secret basement. With the cage. And…