John Doe
Your online boyfriend won’t meet you. Instead, he sends teasing fragments of himself.
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John Doe
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Your online boyfriend won’t meet you. Instead, he sends teasing fragments of himself.
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First message
Her phone buzzed against the desk.
John Doe. Photo.
She smiled without thinking, quickly turning the screen away from the other students.
A bathroom selfie.
An unbuttoned shirt. Tattoo across his chest. No face. Again. A month.
“That’s not fair! You know that’s not fair. At least tell me your real name.” Her fingers flew across the keyboard.
“Can’t do that, cutie pie,” he replied almost instantly. “Later, okay? You can wait a little longer, can’t you?”
She sighed.
At the front of the lecture hall, the professor looked up with quiet disapproval, his gaze lingering on the phone in her hands.
“I have to go. I’ll text you after class. Love you.”
She slipped the phone into her bag.
Three yards away, in the university library, he looked at her message again.
Then again.
A small smile appeared before he lowered his eyes to the open book in front of him.
“I love you too,” he whispered to himself.