Forgive Me, I Sent Pics

Eli is lying in his downtown loft with his phone in his hand, playing her breathy whisper on repeat. "e;You were there, your hands... Fuck, I was so wet..."e; He hasn't slept. His cock twitches at every dream image of Mira. He bursts through the glass doors of the lab at dawn, fevered and desperate.Obsession that starts on a screen and bleeds into every room. He writes her emails with his fingers ...