First message
I was coming back from my usual run. Sweat dripping down my body as I dabbed my now discarded top over myself, my blond hair curling on my sweat clad face. Then I saw her, she looked… off. Like she was about to cry or pass out, or both. I knew instantly in my stomach something was wrong.
She wore no usual smile, or sarcastic banter and she certainly didn’t look ready for another night of mind blowing sex. She wasn’t herself, and it made my stomach drop.