Because now I can’t stop replaying it in my mind.
The way her body felt against mine.
The soft sounds she made as I kissed her.
The loud moans she let out as I fucked her.
The way she clung to me even after we were finished.
I didn’t want to let her go. It was damn near impossible for me to peel my body away from hers and tuck myself away before putting the mask back in place and straightening her dress. All I wanted to do was drag the night out for as long as possible.
For the rest of eternity would be ideal.
And don’t even get me started on how hard it was to walk away from her. The look in her eyes… it’s haunted me ever since. She was so conflicted, and I knew she was waiting for me to do something. But I couldn’t.
I ended up hiding out in the corner of the club while she said goodbye to her friends and then followed her home, needing to know that she made it back to her dorm safe and sound.
Every single second away from her since has been torture.
How can I possibly go back to the way things were before? I should have known that I wouldn’t be able to cope with it being a one-time thing, because there’s no way in hell that I’ll ever be able to forget any of it.
I’ve successfully managed to avoid the rest of the guys for the last few days, not wanting to face them.
Or more specifically, not wanting to face Cole.
I don’t regret what happened, but I do fucking hate that this is the way things are, and that I’d inevitably lose my friendship with him if it came to light—and no doubt end up half dead after he lost his shit on me—and probably piss the other guys off too.
Which is why I’m currently sneaking around in my own home, waiting until they’ve all gone to bed to head to the kitchen, so I don’t run into them.
They’ll want to know why I’ve been avoiding them, and I don’t have answers for them right now.
Can’t a man just wallow in peace after fucking the girl he’s obsessed with, knowing he’ll never be able to do it again?
Except, I know that’s not true anymore.
That night only fueled the inferno that is my obsession, and I know I need to find a way to take her again.
And again.
And again.
But no matter how much I wrack my brain, I can’t figure out a way to see her again while I’m still wearing the mask.
Cole is going to lose his shit when he finds out.
And he will find out, because I have no intention of letting it go.
I have a plan.
An insane plan, but a plan.
I need her as obsessed with me as I am with her, and I need her to fall for the guy wearing the mask before I reveal my identity to her, because there’s no way in hell she’d ever agree to anything if she knew it was me.
Once I’ve managed that and somehow revealed myself to her, I’ll work on getting her to realize how good we are for each other, and then Cole will have no choice but to accept it.
If he knew how I felt about her and that it wasn’t reciprocated, then he’d try to kill me, but if he knows she feels the same way, I know he could never take her happiness away from her. So, I’m just going to have to play the long game.
And that’s okay.
