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bellabby:

jacksonmclain: I mean maybe?

jacksonmclain: it was definitely when you were next to me

jacksonmclain: you’re ass all up on me

melindavalia: don’t say it like it’s a bad thing

melindavalia: do you know how many people would die to have my ass on them?

melindavalia: i know you secretly love it anyway

#sc

bellabby:

jacksonmclain: right…if you say so mels

jacksonmclain: I think you must be talking about me

jacksonmclain: because I know you’re definitely taking your clothes off rn because i’m too hot to handle.

melindavalia: only in your wildest dreams

melindavalia: have you dreamt about me like that??

melinda: if you ever have a sex dream about me i need to know

#jackson #sc

bellabby:

jacksonmclain: right in my wildest dreams

jacksonmclain: like you would ever let that happen

jacksonmclain: you’re such a jokester

melindavalia: yep, that’s right

melindavalia: i’m too hot to handle

melindavalia: you wouldn’t even know what to do with me

#jackson #sc

bellabby:

jacksonmclain: only if you send me yours

jacksonmclain: should I try to balance something on my dick?

jacksonmclain: maybe you?

melindavalia: a better idea would be if we took nudes together

melindavalia: just so your dick wouldn’t be lonely

melinda: it’ll be a win/win situation

#jackson #sc

bellabby

jacksonmclain: so if I send you nudes will you give me your honest opinion

jacksonmclain: I need to know if it’s suitable for you.

jacksonmclain: because your opinion means a lot and you’re my biggest critic

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melindavalia: you can send them to me

melindavalia: but i will judge you like this is america’s next top model

melindavalia: so you need to be next level fierce in these nudes

#jackson #sc

When asked to catch up, Melinda initially found no harm in the simple interaction, yet she found her mind riddled with worry by each passing minute she spent sitting in her car right outside of Jackson’s apartment. Scribbled notes on the back of an old receipt revealed a pros and cons list she created in a panic to ease her anxiety. Much to her disappointment, the cons portion won by a landslide. She read the words she wrote for herself just moments prior: You’re engaged. Don’t do anything stupid.

Her nerves were frayed to the quick. In her building anxiety, she constructed elaborate rationalizations for why everything would turn out alright, but the nagging voice in the back of her mind spoke nothing but regret ahead.

In her stubborn nature, she ignored what her conscience deemed to be morally right, crumpled the list in her hand, and approached Jackson’s apartment. Her breathing picked up as she studied her familiar surroundings, feeling odd to return to a place she knew so well given her circumstances. Her body moved much more rapidly than her mind and before she could blink, she was at his doorstep.

For a moment, she stared blankly at the door, knowing that at any moment she could escape yet again and never speak to the man she loved dearly. Though, the voice in her head reappeared, prompting her to rap her knuckles gently against the firm door.