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“where r u”
“Headed home. Meeting just ended.” Amai hasn't even left his chair. He's trying to slow his heart rate, but his leg is bouncing and he can't take his eyes off the little dots as he silently begs them to give him the next words. Maybe, if he says something...
"You got me all worked up" No point in hiding how he feels anymore.
One more deep breath.
“oh really"
“would you like something to make you feel better”
“i just got out of the shower ;)”
Amai’s fingers start moving before he can think. “Yes please” and he starts speedwalking down the halls of the HA. He's memorized the fastest way out of this maze of a building, so he doesn't even look up from his phone, waiting for those three little dots to taunt him once more. Right as he’s turning a bling corner. (Against the wall, rookie move) he collides with someone.
"Oh, I'm so sor-"
"So sorry Gilbert! Important text message I have to reply to!" If he wasn't so preoccupied, he would have noticed that the hallways shouldn't have smelled so much like burnt coffee. Once he gets to the parking garage, he sprints to his car, leaps into the driver's seat, and locks the door.
“ok”
Z sent an image
Amai opens it to find him standing in front of his bathroom mirror, one hand holding his phone in front of his face, the other grabbing the edge of his towel. His hair is dripping wet, and the water trickles down onto his barely visible jawline. the rest falls to his broad shoulders. It falls down to his autopsy scar, highlight those deliciously toned pecs and abs. His v-line just barely peaks of the towels, but most of what's visible is hidden behind the counter top.
Amai sighs heavily, letting his mind wander to its most sinful corners and crevices. Until his phone bings
"ill send naked ones when youre home"
'I'm in my car. He puts his phone on Do Not Disturb, and throws it in the backseat (if he gets in an accident because he was horny, he'll never hear the end of it from anyone). He yanks his keys out of his pocket, and pulls right out of the garage.