BiteSizedGabi: I’m not saying only friends. There could be more. Just not…a relationship. Does that make sense?
“Oh God,” I mutter. “I am so bad at this.”
Eros415: Is this your way of telling me you just want to fuck me?
His blunt observation sends a rush of heat through me. I’m not sure how he’ll feel about it, but I answer honestly.
BiteSizedGabi: Maybe? Is that something you’d be interested in?
Eros415: Who is he?
BiteSizedGabi: Who?
Eros415: The reason you want to keep things casual.
I shift uncomfortably, not sure how to respond to that.
BiteSizedGabi: It’s complicated.
I just don’t want to get my heart broken...again.
A minute passes, followed by another four, and I’m starting to think I screwed things up when my phone rings. His name flashes across the screen, and I realize he’s video calling me.
“Oh God.” I panic, flailing around in bed as I sit up and try to smooth out my hair.
I don’t even know what I look like right now. I already took my makeup off, and I haven’t had time to prepare for this scenario.
With that in mind, I aim the camera at the ceiling and answer the call.
“Feeling shy?”
The altered voice sounds like it’s straight out of a horror movie, and it takes me a moment to understand he’s using some kind of modulator.
It’s…disturbingly hot.
“I don’t have any makeup on,” I say. “I’m in bed, and I probably look terrible?—”
“Gabriela.”
I’m not sure how it’s possible, but that one admonishment from him sends a shiver down my spine.
“Show me,” he orders. “You said you wanted to meet.”
“I didn’t mean right now.”
“Show me, or I’m hanging up,” he threatens. “You have five seconds.”
“Wait!” I reluctantly pull my face into view, only to be greeted by a Ghostface mask and a black hoodie in a dark room.
“Oh.” My lips part.
“I take it that means you like it.”
I nod slowly. Too slowly. I think my brain just melted.
“Sorry,” I murmur. “I didn’t realize it was a costume party.”
A sound of amusement filters through the modulator. “You said you want to keep things anonymous.”
