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A few days pass. No matter how much I want things to go back to normal, they don’t. Since that day in the coffee shop, Aiden hasn’t stopped texting me every night and morning. The first strings of texts came that same night while I was watching Nat Geo with Uncle Jaxon. Aiden: What did you have for dinner? Aiden: We had pasta, but you were all I tasted on my tongue. I can’t stop thinking about my fingers inside your soaked walls as you whimpered. Pity I didn’t get to taste you properly and thrust my tongue inside that tight, little pussy. Aiden: Next time, sweetheart. I barely mumbled my goodnights to Uncle as I fled to my room. He’s been sending those types of crude texts every night, and sometimes in the mornings. I called him a psycho a few times. Insane at other times. But that only made him religious about his texts. Dickhead. Kim and I sit in the back garden for lunch. We’re both eating salad and watching the tall pine trees in the distance as she talks about her latest Korean so