Choking back tears of shame, I typed OMG I AM SO SORRY! PLEASE FORGET YOU EVER— But before I finished what I wanted to say, my phone buzzed in my hand. Cole: My belt. Huh? For a second, I just stared at his text in confusion. Then he wrote again. Cole: My gun belt. That’s what I’d take off next. Oh. My. God. Cole: If I’m in uniform and I had the baton, I must be wearing it. My pulse roared like a freight train. My fingers trembled. Cole: Keep going. I took a deep breath and began to type. Me: OMG. You were not supposed to see that. Cole: Too late now. Are you going to tell me the rest? Me: Do
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