She just couldn’t stop herself. Although she didn’t hear a beep, she checked again. No text.

Her legs, her whole body was still sore two days later. Theirs was always a hurt-so- good type of fuck. When she got to his spot on Thursday, he answered the door wearing only gray sweatpants that hung down on his hips, illustrating how he spent his time when locked-up: sit-ups and tattoos.