Don’t worry, babe. We don’t need to make any plans right now. I’ll come to you when the time is right.
I read the message three times before my fingers fly across the screen in reply.
How do you expect to do that?
Unknown
There’s a lot you don’t know about me, love.
I huff out a sardonic laugh.
I’ll say.
Including your name, so what the hell am I supposed to call you?
I definitely can’t keep calling him ‘him’ in my mind or I’ll go insane.
Unknown
How about you just call me ‘the anonymous guy in the mask who made me come so hard I saw stars?’ I think that’s pretty fitting, don’t you?
An actual real laugh escapes me as I read that. At least I know he has a sense of humor. I click on the contact name and add him to my contacts under the name ‘anonymous’, since he seems dead set on not telling me his name. I take a screen shot of it and send it to him.
Anonymous
Seriously? That’s the best you could do?
Tell me your name and then it won’t have to be so ridiculous.
Anonymous
Soon, babe. Soon.
Banging on my door rouses me from my sleep and I check the time, only to see it’s still early.
I grumble to myself as I drag my ass out of bed and head to the door. I don’t bother checking who it is first, since there’s only one person who would be knocking on my door at this time of day.
Freya stands on the other side looking bright eyed and bushy tailed with two to-go cups of coffee in her hands.
I make a grabby hands motion. “Gimme.”
She laughs as she walks through the door, only stopping long enough on her way to my bed to hand me one of the cups.
She climbs under the covers and pats the bed for me to join her.
Once I’m back in bed, I turn to face her, waiting for her to say what she came here to say.
“You hooked up with someone,” she states, not bothering to phrase it as a question.
She’s always known me better than anyone else, so it doesn’t surprise me that she already knows.
“Did I?” I ask slowly, blinking at her in innocence.
“I watched you wander off with someone,” she deadpans, and I go to say something, but she cuts me off. “And then an hour later, you came back flushed, telling us you were going home.”
An hour? Is that really how long we were in that room?
I try to think of something to say that will explain me following him from the bar and coming back flushed, but I come up with nothing.
