The Wrong Number Wouldn’t Stop Flirting

The text came at 1:12 AM:

“Are you still thinking about what I said I’d do to you?”

Wrong number — I told her.

She replied:

“Not wrong. Just early.”

I tried to end it. She sent a photo — not explicit — just her lips near a glass, eyes daring.

“You can block me,” she wrote.
“But you won’t.”

My phone rang immediately after.

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