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Author's Note:
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Recap:
After what appeared to be a whole night of sleep, I felt a movement which seemed to be Toby readjusting himself in bed. The room was light enough to suggest it was morning. I smiled and kissed his pec. And then I felt another movement. I heard a click like the sound a phone makes when a picture is being taken, the familiar sound of typing, and then the swish of a message being sent. I opened my eyes and sat up suddenly.
"Toby? What did you just do?" I asked accusingly.
I Was Their Babysitter - pt. 8
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Did you just send a picture of us to someone?" I nearly screamed.
"What? I mean, yeah, but..."
"How?" I asked quickly. "Before I go into an extremely extensive explanation about why this was so wrong of you, I need to do damage control. How did you send it?"
"Messenger," he answered. "Why?"
"Delete it," I demanded. "'Delete for everyone.' Now, please," I instructed and tried to remain calm. Please, please, please let it be able to be deleted and unseen, I thought to myself.
"OK, done," Toby answered and showed me the proof.
"Carrie? Why?"
"To rub it in her face," Toby justified, but even as he said it, he showed total remorse. I began feeling bad, but I had to make sure he understood.
"Do you intend to remain in contact with her?" I asked quietly.
"Hell no," he answered and turned to face me. I put my hand up to stop him from touching me. "Steph, no. I have no intention of talking to her again. I was lying here replaying our entire night, but when I thought about what she claimed I had done to her, it just made me so mad! And what if you had heard that, believed it, and decided to not ever talk to me again? I could have lost you before I got to know you. So, I decided to rub it in. You had your eyes closed, and you're covered up. I just wanted to show her that she didn't win."
"Would you delete and block her?" I asked. Without hesitation, Toby clicked on the button to do just that. It felt like he was about to do it anyway.
"The picture didn't make it to her," he promised. "It's too early."
"OK," I answered and covered my face. It all hit me too hard. The tears were forming before I could stop them.
"Steph," Toby whispered pleadingly. "I'm so sorry. I didn't think about anything at that moment. I just made a dumb mistake. Please forgive me. Please talk to me. Please tell me I didn't fuck this up."
"I blame myself for not thinking things through," I confessed as I wiped my eyes. "I just want you to understand what could have happened if Carrie had received it and downloaded it and possibly made copies to hang all over campus. I'm a student ambassador, Toby. What if a picture of us lying there in bed was plastered all over the walls? What if she had typed up a scandalous message promising sex to anyone who responded to my number? She could have done anything with it."
"I didn't even consider that," Toby admitted and tossed his phone to the end of the bed. "It was a very dumb thing to do, and I'm so sorry. Thankfully, you caught it before it became an issue." Toby lifted my chin with his finger. "Right?" he pleaded. "If I promise to adhere to the no pictures rule, and to think about things and respect you entirely, will you forgive me and trust me again like you said you did last night?"
"Yes," I answered as a tear fell down my cheek.
"Can I kiss you?
"Yes," I repeated and tilted my face to accept his lips on mine. I sighed into the kiss and wrapped my arms around him. We cuddled and kissed, snuggled and found our sweet spot of a position to fall back asleep again. Yes, he was going to become my forever. I could feel it.
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"Is he still asleep?" Lana asked with a whisper. I nodded as I ran my fingers through his hair. "Did you guys have another go at around 6:00 this morning?" I shook my head slowly. "But I heard you, so what was up?"
"I did something stupid," Toby admitted with his rough-sounding voice. "We talked. I begged for forgiveness. We're good."
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Yeaaaaaaah
," Lana pondered, "I'm gonna go ahead and say that I need a little more than that."
"He took a picture and sent it to someone without thinking of the consequences," I informed her. "Thankfully, I caught him in time because I heard the sounds from his phone. He deleted the picture before it could be seen or downloaded, and he now understands how incredibly wrong it was for him to do it."
"No makeup sex?" Lana asked and then laughed when both Toby and I rolled out eyes. "Alright, alright," she conceded. "Well, go to the bathroom, both of you. I didn't come in here to just inquire about the noise I'd heard. I'm ready for some action."
"Damn," Toby responded with amazement and looked over at me. "Your girl's bold. I'll give her that."
"She's a lot of things," I teased as I pointed at my bathroom for him to use while I made my way to the guest one for my own needs. When I came back in, Lana was lying on her stomach naked with her hands holding her chin and her feet waving back and forth anxiously awaiting our returns.
"Oh, look who's ready," Lana teased and winked at me. "Did you use the wipes I told ya 'bout last night?" Toby nodded. "They're great and perfect when you need to do a little cleanup before more yummy sex. Now, talking about 'yummy,' I don't think there will be any oral, but I see a few types of sex in your future. You ready?"
"Well, he says I am, so I guess we'll let him lead, huh?" Toby suggested and sat on the bed with his arms open to welcome me into them.
"Steph, are you gonna share him with me," Lana inquired, "or do I have to stick with girl action this morning?" She gave me a pouty little look.