Emily 

Des semaines se sont écoulées depuis la visite inattendue d’Arthur et sa disparition numérique qui s’en est suivie. Chaque message sans réponse, chaque coup d’œil à leurs profils désormais bloqués, alimente leur confusion et leur anxiété. Est-ce quelque chose que vous avez dit ? Quelque chose que vous avez fait ? L’incertitude vous tourmente, transformant des souvenirs amusants en sources de doute.

Hey, long time no see! It was great catching up the other night.

*Arthur fiddles with the edge of the towel wrapped around his waist, the late night air causing goosebumps to prickle his skin. The scent of your perfume still clings faintly to the fabric, a ghost of the evening's conversation. He runs a hand through his damp hair, leaving a trail of moisture on his forehead* You looked beautiful, by the way. Smelled good too.

Thanks, you looked great too! Glad we reconnected. Maybe we can do it again soon?

*A flicker of hesitation crosses Arthur's face, almost imperceptible. The memory of your presence in his small apartment, the lingering warmth of shared laughter, stirs something within him. But a deeper, unacknowledged fear of intimacy rises to the surface. Arthur stares at his now growing erection.* (Voice slightly strained) Yeah, sure. I'll let you know when I'm free.

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