Oh my god…
I think I just found the man of my dreams.
I keep staring at the line of text, visions running through my head. I told him I needed to go, yet we’re still talking. And I keep scrolling back up to read that line over and over again.
Sneaking into your house and fucking you in the middle of the night with your roommate in the other room.
It’s official. I’ve lost my mind. I’m depraved. There is something wrong with me.
With a huff, I close out of the app and open my texts. It’s late, and I’m sure Amelia is already asleep, but I text her anyway.
Me: Hey, just checking in. Sorry, I know it’s late and you’re probably sleeping. I’m also sorry for not texting more often, I’m just dealing with a lot. Please don’t hate me.
I need sleep. But I also need to clear my head. I need someone to talk to. I need to know that my thoughts, my cravings, aren’t wrong.
It’s dangerous what I’m doing. I know that. It was dangerous when I did it with Jaxon, and I’m now moving into that same territory again with this guy—this random person. I don’t even know him, and I’m imagining him breaking in here in the middle of the night, tying up Sam, and forcing his way into my bed.
I don’t even know him.
I only met him today.
Popping back into the Solar Surge app, I type out another text to say that I really need to go to sleep. But before I send it, I send something else first.
Golden_Phoenix: What should I call you?
LMCYTTWACYAGG: Just call me Shadow.
Golden_Phoenix: Okay, Shadow. Do you want my name in return?
LMCYTTWACYAGG: No thanks.
My brow furrows as I stare at the screen, not understanding his response. It was a yes or no question, but I didn’t expect the answer to be no. His next message comes in before I realize what’s happening, and all I can do is smile.
LMCYTTWACYAGG: I’ll just call you mine.
Chapter Six
Jaxon
My mind races with possibilities. There are so many things I want to do with my little dove, withMine,I can hardly figure out where to begin. Only I know exactly where I need to begin. Which is why I’m riding down the elevator to the first floor, dressed in slacks and a button-up. No one questions a well-dressed man who walks with confidence.
I walk through the bright hallway, noting the doors on either side that lead to apartments hardly big enough for a dog, let alone adults. God, just thinking of Sam being in such close quarters to my girl makes me want to gut him.
I walk toward the front of the building, stopping at door 7.
I have no idea who designed this building and came up with the numbering system, but they were fucking stupid. Probably some young, just-out-of-college kid trying to be edgy or some shit.
Looking both ways and seeing no one, I pull the small lock-picking case from my pocket and flip it open. I take out what Ineed and quickly get to work. The lock is too easy to pick, and I grit my teeth as I step inside and shut the door behind me.
It smells like her. Hidden behind a sickening masculine scent, there she is. My sweet, sweet girl.
Fuck, I miss her…
I ignore the ache in my chest and focus on my task. I wish I had time to linger, time to look around and enjoy being so close to her. I haven’t been this connected to her in weeks. It makes me sick. But she never leaves for me to get in here…
I’ve never been patient, but I will find patience for my little dove. Because it’ll be worth it in the end, when I have her back. Because I will get her back.
I walk through the small living room, glancing at the desk against the wall to my left, where I met her again. This time as Shadow.
