Sexting Boy guilt sexted me. Something along the lines of:
Hey I know I always do this but are you up to anything cool?
...in the wee hours of morning. Yep.
Perhaps he knows I'm a classy chick (obviouslyyy, I have a blog about this kinda stuff). Perhaps he just is beginning to question the terms of this relationship. We sext. Nothing ever comes to fruition.
Ohh back up plans.
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