Being around him is like lying in a fire ant’s nest. My body is burning, his every word causing a thousand tingles on my body. He’s wiggling beneath my skin, invading my being, and I’m exhausted from the short interaction.
My phone chimes in my pocket, pulling me from my thoughts.
My Masked Valentine: Tell me he didn’t say anything rude to you or, God forbid, touch you.
A smile tugs at my lips. My exhale carries weight from my chest and neck, and I feel myself calm even more.
He’s not worth your time, trust me.
My Masked Valentine: Do you know him? Should I be worried?
HA! Absolutely no need to worry. I know him by association but we’re not friends or anything. He’s an arrogant jerk with an ego that can barely fit through the door. I’m hoping he never comes back.
My Masked Valentine: Oh really? He sounds horrible. Should I make sure he truly never comes back?
I’d rather you focus your time on me
My Masked Valentine: So you don’t have any attraction or feelings for him?
My brows furrow. Why the hell is he droning on about Bates right now?
My thumbs type out a message, but I quickly delete it before opening my camera roll and sending him a sexy photo that I took last night.
Let’s stop talking about him. I just want to talk about you and me
My Masked Valentine: I could do that for eternity
So romantic
My Masked Valentine: For you, I try
My heart skips a beat.
How’s your day going?
My Masked Valentine: Better now that I’m talking to you and you’re happily talking to me. I miss you
His wording makes me read the sentence twice, but I brush off my confusion, focusing on the second message. Ibite down on my smile, swaying side to side as the cold starts to nip at my skin.
Come see me
My Masked Valentine: When?
My core pulses as an idea pops into my mind. Maybe we could cross another item off of the fantasy bucket list.
Surprise me ;)
My Masked Valentine: Yeah?
When I least expect it. Surprise me … scare me … fuck me
My Masked Valentine: On one condition
What is it?
I chew on my cheek, nervous for what he’s going to say. But thankfully, I don’t have to wait long for his response.
My Masked Valentine: Go back inside so you don’t freeze to death please
