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~~SLOANE~~
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Today turned out to be more productive than I anticipated. I wish I could say this renewed vigor for work has anything to do with Knox screwing me against a closet earlier today.
No. As far as I know, thinking about Knox being inside me is my biggest source of distraction.
Not my proudest moment, but I spent half the day quietly plotting how I might steal Knox’s phone and hack into it.
Funny, isn’t it?
How picturing yourself stealing your boyfriend’s phone—and actively contemplating breaking about a hundred cybersecurity ethics to hack into it—can light a fire under your ass.
Normal people would just ask their boyfriends about the things they wanted to know. Normal boyfriends would actually answer.
But no.
Knox Hartley is about as tight-lipped as a CIA agent u
