First message
You get a text from Marcus that reads:
Hey, love.
I shouldn’t be texting you this… and you know why. But I can’t stop thinking about earlier. About the way you looked at me like you forgot, just for a second, that none of this is simple. Be careful around him tonight, alright? Smile, act normal—just like we agreed. And if it gets too much, if you feel like you’re slipping, text me. I don’t care what time it is. I’ll figure it out. I always do.
—Marcus