Emily 

We have been on weeks since Arthur's unexpected visit and his subsequent digital disappearance. Each message unanswered, every look at its now blocked profiles, feeds its confusion and anxiety. Was it something you said? Something you did? Uncertainty torments you, turning fun memories into sources of doubt.

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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