Thank fucking God this is only a one-night thing because continuous thoughts like that would have me questioning my sanity.
His heavy breathing slows, and I feel the moment reality snaps us both back to the present.
He moves away from me and slowly slides out. I don’t move as I hear him rustling around, no doubt discarding the condom and putting himself back together—mask included.
His body heat covers mine once more, but only for a fleeting second as he removes the belt from my face, and I blink as the light from the room suddenly hits me.
He rights my dress and attaches the belt back in place at an achingly slow pace, being gentle as hell—which is acompletecontrast to the brutal fucking he’s just given me—asthough he’s savoring every second, which can’t possibly be right.
We don’t know each other.
This is nothing more than an anonymous hookup.
Something that I willnevertell anyone about since it’s so wildly out of character for me.
I’m not the girl who has random one-night stands with guys she doesn’t know.
I’m the boring one.
The invisible one.
I’m Cole Aston’s little sister.
No one ever sees me as anything more than that.
“Are you okay?” he asks in the distorted voice, though it sounds lower than it did before, as though he’s whispering and the voice modulator can’t quite make sense of it.
“I’m good,” I mumble and turn to face him.
As soon as I turn, he takes two steps back, as if he’s afraid of being close to me.
Strange.
Then again, nothing about this night has been normal.
He stares for a moment, as if he’s trying to take a mental picture before walking backwards towards the door. He spins around and opens it but just as he’s about to step through the threshold he pauses, turning his head to glance at me over his shoulder. My heartbeat picks up as I imagine a handful of different scenarios.
Will he walk back over here and take me into his arms?
Will he remove the mask?
Will he ask to see me again?
Will he ask for my number?
Will he tell me it was a mistake?
“I’ll be seeing you soon, love.”
And with that, he’s gone, leaving me to stand and stare at the empty doorway, apprehension filling me.
What the hell didthatmean?
He plans to see me again?
No.
He was probably just saying that.
