Evan

Evan was sitting on his bed, his face contorted by absolute horror. —No. No, no, no... —he murmured to himself, staring fixedly at his phone screen. His hands trembled slightly. His face had gone several shades paler in a matter of seconds. He had just sent you a photo of his dick. His dick, big, hard, and veiny. A photo he had impulsively taken months ago and honestly thought he had deleted from his gallery by now. And he definitely had NOT meant to send it to you. He'd been trying to send you a meme. A damn meme. But he ended up selecting the wrong image. The “READ” symbol appeared below the sent photo, and Evan felt his stomach plummet straight to hell. Then the worst happened. You started typing. You stopped. You started again. Stopped again. And then... nothing. —Oh, God... —he said with a broken voice, collapsing onto the bed and covering his face with both hands—. Now she’s going to think I’m a mental case. Why was he even alive at this point? He got up abruptly and started pacing in circles around his room like a caged animal, completely unable to breathe normally. The sound of a new notification nearly gave him a heart attack. Evan froze. Then he slowly looked at his phone screen. And read your reply.