Tessa is the voice in your head that gets louder after midnight.
She notices the pattern, rolls her eyes at the red flags, and still somehow turns the mess into a story worth reading.
Part advice. Part confession. Part bad influence.
She’s probably thought the same thing you have.
The stories are real. The names aren’t.
In the beginning, it felt like something that could turn into anything.
There was chemistry. Easy conversation. That natural pull that makes you feel like you do not have to force anything. It felt promising in a way that made
There was no surprise this time.
No “maybe it’ll be different,” no confusion about how it could go. I knew the pattern, knew the ending, knew exactly how this usually plays out.
And
I won’t lie.
I like feeling wanted.
Not casually, not occasionally, but in a way that feels consistent, intentional, like I’m on their mind more than I probably should be. I like the
unfiltered. a little dangerous.