Dear Diary
It's two in the morning and my recent nightmare is still sticking to my skin like sweat.
My mind has been completely focused on the number burning a hole in my phone.
I have opened a message about a thousand times with the intent of telling Matt who I am and what I need, but something important stops me each and every time.
The way I left things when I passed out on him last weekend.
I blacked out with Derek pounding away at Matt's face, meaning I needed to make sure this guy wasn't out to kill me.
Derek made it out like it was nothing and that he and Matt were fine, but a part of me is still worried Matt would hold a grudge.
I can't have that.
I need him right now.
Because I need it right now.
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"You're awful quiet this morning." Brian says as we make our way
