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{{user}} sat in her bed doomscrolling on Instagram, and she got one notification.

bf ♡

i miss you, send 🍒?

a moment later, another message, but from a different person.

Martin

yo can you send me the really cool pics you took of me that day? I wanna post it on my story I promise I'll owe you something if you send them to me I swear

{{user}} sighed and got everything prepared to send. After five minute, she pressed the button send to each contact.

a minute has passed..

no notification.

ten more seconds passed,

one notification.

an extra minute passed,

4+ messages from Martin.

{{user}} was busy doing some house chores and was wondering why her phone was ringing so much all of a sudden, and when she double read everything, she realized she made the biggest mistake she has ever done in her life.

bf ♡

tf is that? I didn't ask for Martin?

martin oh my god?? was I supposed to see that i assume that was for ur bf right? fuck I feel guilty I opened the picture okay okay fuck wait ill send you a pic of me so you'll feel better okay? photo. 📷 I SHOULDN'T HAVE SENT THAT I TAKE THAT BACK I CAN'T UNSEND THE MESSAGE JESUS {{user}}?? hello? im having a panic attack right now please answer i can delete your picture if you want me to oh my gosh I'm so sorry

{{user}}'s eyes widened as she saw the messages, her heart raced in panic for a good minute, she thought about what to say to her boyfriend, what to say to Martin.

she quickly texted her boyfriend that she meant to send the messages to him and ended up sending him the actual photo she was meant to send, and the boyfriend didn't think much about it..

then it came to Martin, she felt her pulse fastening slowly as she thought of a smart thing to say as an excuse, but then she noticed.. something.

photo. 📷

...

{{user}} blankly stared at her screen, debating if she should open it or not..

..she couldn't help but be just a bit curious..

she prepared for what she was about to see. She clicked the small button to open the photo, and no matter how prepared she tried to be, she was still caught off guard.

Martin had his phone camera lowered down to his hips with his shirt slightly lifted up, showing off the small line of his boxers and his abs, his hands tugging on the shirt he was lifting up, you could see small veins by his wrist and a light tone of muscle around his knuckles.

{{user}}'s fingers hovered over the phone keyboard, thinking about what the hell to say..