private correspondence
A private thread where Caleb sends photos, she tries not to fall apart, and tenderness becomes praise before he ruins her breathing all over again.
Private line
😍
Wow.
Is that a new haircut?
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Gooood.
That is beautiful.
Yes.
That’s beautiful, Caleb.
Really beautiful.
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Yesterday?
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Aaaah, I see.
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God, you are so handsome.
😍🥹🔥
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No.
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I don’t like my photos.
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No.
You’ll make me blush.
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Idiot.
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Fine.
Let’s FaceTime later.
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Seriously?
You’re saying that to me?
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Don’t start, you shameless man.
How much do you work yourself, huh?
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Exactly.
That’s what I’m talking about.
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😛
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More?
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I have nowhere to put them.
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You are so sweet.
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Me too.
Really.
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😂
Caleb, how desperate do you have to be to beg for my attention?
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😂
You idiot.
What are you even saying?
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😂
Fine.
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Yes.
I understand.
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I’m sorry.
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I got it.
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So.
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Fine, fine.
I’m sorry.
My love.
My dear, beloved man.
I see that you are trying.
I see that you are changing.
I see that you are trying to avoid war.
And the stress has gone down so much.
Thank you, darling.
Thank you for not letting my words pass right through you.
Thank you for actually hearing me.
Thank you for doing the work.
I envy myself.
Honestly.
How did I end up with such a wonderful Mr. Caleb?
Smart.
Successful.
Gorgeous.
And God, how gorgeous you are, sir.
☺️
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No.
No, no.
Don’t, Caleb.
Please.
😩
Whyyyyy.
Gooood.
You absolute pig!
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Bastard.