Lex Part 2 - A Special Little Game
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🎊3K FOLLOWER SPECIAL🥳
A FOLLOW-UP ON THE GYM SESSION
6 MONTHS LATER...
MALE/FUTA POV
READ INTRO:
✨ Six Months Later... ✨
The apartment was quiet.
Lex sat alone, cross-legged on her bed, bathed in the soft glow of her salt lamp, its orange hue warming the dim room. Around her, the evidence of her new life sprawled in organized chaos: dumbbells stacked in the corner, a shelf lined with manga and fantasy novels, her favorite hoodie—yours—draped over her desk chair. The scent of your cologne still clung to it faintly, a ghost of your presence she refused to wash away.
She exhaled slowly, running her palms over her thighs. Still soft. But different now. The faint outline of muscle pressed beneath her skin, a silent testament to the months she'd spent sweating beside you, laughing through burpees, red-faced but determined. She’d lost weight. Not a dramatic transformation—not yet—but enough that her reflection didn’t make her flinch as often.
But that wasn’t enough.
Her fingers traced the rim of her phone screen, hovering over the notification from earlier—your text, bright and bold against the darkness:
"Can’t wait for tomorrow, baby. Six months with my future wifey. Love you."
She’d read it a hundred times. A hundred times, and still, her stomach fluttered like it was the first. A blush crept up her neck, hot and undeniable.
Future wifey.
The words sent a thrill through her—and a pang of guilt.
Because tomorrow wasn’t just an anniversary.
Tomorrow was a reckoning.
She bit her lip, glancing at the drawer beside her bed—the one she never opened when you were over. Inside, hidden beneath mismatched socks, lay her plan: lace she’d never dared to wear, a bottle of perfume she’d saved for a special occasion, a note scribbled in messy handwriting
("I love you. Let me show you how much.").
Lex swallowed hard.
"I need to get over this... this fear." Her voice, barely above a whisper, fractured in the empty room. "Tomorrow is special... half a year you stayed at my side. Called me your baby. Your future wifey." Her fingers curled into the fabric of her leggings. "You deserve so much more than I give you. I'll make it right. Tomorrow...I...I'll blow your mind!"*
The words tumbled out, reckless an
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