Then came the message: *Seeing you step up your game like this, I can finally rest easy!*
Below that was a series of links.
*I asked a friend for these. I hear the flavors and the user experience are top-notch. No need to thank me!*
Confused, Camila tapped one of the links. The page that popped up made her gasp, and for the second time that day, her phone flew out of her hand and smacked her in the face.
Dennis, with his lightning-fast reflexes, shot a hand up just in time to block it from hitting her square on. The phone still clattered onto her chest.
“Did that hurt?” he asked, concerned.
Camila, now wide awake, shook her head frantically. “No… no, it didn’t hurt.” She was more shocked than anything.
Dennis checked to make sure she wasn’t injured, then leaned over to pick up the phone. “What were you looking at that got you so worked up?”
Sensing his movement, Camila nearly jumped off the sofa. “Don’t touch it!” she yelped, her voice an octave higher than usual.
But it was too late. Dennis already had the phone in his hand. The screen was still lit up, displaying a shopping page for condoms in all their lurid detail. The image was… graphic.
Camila’s expression cracked. A sudden, violent urge to murder Sarah Brown seized her. A friend who sets you up like that isn’t a friend worth having.
Dennis saw the screen, a delicate arch to his brow. A strange light danced in the depths of his dark eyes, making her heart skip a beat. The sight made Camila’s ears burn.
She scrambled to explain. “Don’t get the wrong idea! Sarah sent that to me. I had no idea what it was when I clicked on it. I wasn’t looking at it myself…” She snatched the phone back and frantically closed the page.

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