Text Messages (BL) — Episode 4

Later, he gave me a phone number. I sent him outrageously flirty messages every single day. He was good at playing along, too. Every few days, he'd send me photos of his abs,

teasing me until I could barely handle it. Nico and I lived in different countries, and we never met in person during that So it never crossed my mind that the person on the other end wasn't Nico. Until today, standing outside the treatment room, listening to the truth

My fingers turned ice cold, yet, strangely, my mind had never been clearer. When I didn't reply, Adrian kept blowing up my phone. Guess I won't get to see my babe this time. Let's meet after my ankle heals, okay?

okay? Why aren't you replying? Are you mad? They are both good looking anyway. It doesn't matter who I was flirting with. Yeah, I'm mad. I need to see your abs before I'll forgive you. Through the window of the treatment room, I saw his expression turn unexpectedly conflicted. A later, he replied, be good. I'll show you my abs tonight. No, I want to see them now. Inside the

treatment room, Adrian hesitated for a brief moment before getting to his feet with a blank expression Nico looked up valet where are you going the restroom London was chilly and when I zoomed in I could even make out the tiny goosebumps on his skin