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GARRETT
I sat in the living room and pouted, the TV on mute so I could perv on Haley chatting and laughing with Wyatt. While I couldn’t make out distinct words, I knew her tones, the different noises she made while enjoying herself, and she seemed to be having a blast.
No moans or groans hit my ears, thank f**k, and I wondered if she and Wyatt had actually stuck to their agreement to keep things on the lighter side of dating for a few weeks rather than having phone s*x.
She seemed pretty gone on him just after their messaging the night before and had told me everything she’d learned about Wyatt. He was confident and seemed to have his s**t together—sounded like the type of man who could take care of her.
Compared to Wyatt, I fell short of everything she wanted and needed by about te
