There’s a soft knock on the door, and I quickly shut off my screen.
“Come in!”
The door opens and in comes Sam.
“Hey, just wanted to say goodnight.”
I give him a smile. “Good night.”
He smiles back, then leaves, which is a surprise. He didn’t linger tonight. Not like he usually does.
I hear his footsteps on the floor, and the door to the bathroom closes as the vent comes on. The medicine cabinet squeaks open, and then there’s the familiar shake of his meds. He uses the toilet. Flushes it. The vent turns off. The door opens. More footsteps. Creaking of the couch as he gets comfortable. Then silence. Same routine every night. It’s so predictable. So boring.
Golden_Phoenix: I don’t want my roommate to find us.
LMCYTTWACYAGG: Isn’t that half the fun?
Golden_Phoenix: He would flip out! If he saw you… it wouldn’t be good.
LMCYTTWACYAGG: I’ll sneak in through the window.
I glance at the window, which doesn’t seem like a bad idea, only it’s too far from the ground.
Golden_Phoenix: Too high.
Golden_Phoenix: Besides, I don’t even know you. What if you’re a stalker?
LMCYTTWACYAGG: I’m sorry… isn’t that what you were looking for? *winky face*
I let out a small laugh, my stomach fluttering, but then a niggle of fear enters my brain.
That’s what Jaxon did. And I liked it. No, Ilovedit. Jaxon followed me around all the time, for much longer than I knew. It made me feel special. Protected. Wanted. Until I learned who he truly was. I can give into these parts of me, but I need to do it safely, and I need to be smart.
LMCYTTWACYAGG: I’m kidding. I’m all about consent.
Golden_Phoenix: That’s good to know. So am I. Can you send me a picture of yourself?
LMCYTTWACYAGG: I thought you didn’t want to see my face? Isn’t that part of the fantasy?
Golden_Phoenix: Cover your face. Let me see the other stuff.
LMCYTTWACYAGG: Your wish is my command.
A photo comes in and my breath stutters in my chest.
“There’s no way,” I breathe out.
There is no way that I meet two random guys who are into the same things that I am that arehot. Not just hot, but like holy shit goddamn hot.
I groan, slamming my head against the pillow a bunch of times.
Why do I do this to myself?
The man in the photo isn’t quite pale, but doesn’t look like he goes in the sun much. He’s in shape, but not with full abs. They’re there though, I can make them out a little. The definition in his arms is what catches my attention, and the thick veins in his forearms and backs of his hands. I picture the way they’d pop even more around my throat or shoving his fingers inside me.
I see gym equipment in the background, weights and floor-to-ceiling mirrors. He’s wearing black athletic shorts, and black and pink sneakers. His face is covered by a silly emoji face. He has no tattoos. That’s the only thing that disappoints me.
LMCYTTWACYAGG: Are you drooling?
