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The door swung wide open as I headed into my room. My shirt clung onto my skin, glued by the sweat that carpeted my face and the nape of my neck, trickling down my spine.
I wanted to shower immediately, but my leg felt too weak after climbing the stairs.
I dropped onto the bed, the mattress sinking beneath my weight. I let out a satisfying groan as the softness pressed into my skin.
My phone buzzed in my back pocket, the beeping sound piercing through the silence. Lifting my hip off the bed, I reached for my phone.
The phone light screen spilled onto my face. It was a message from Tracy.
Tracy: Are you up for tonight?
I stared at it for a moment, before it clicked. I was supposed to have s*x with her friend.
Tracy: I told her about it, she said she would like to meet y
