Sighing, he nods, not letting go of my hand. It’s quiet for a while before he says, “I’m happy you’re here, Sailor. Really. I love waking up to you every day, and seeing you every night I get home from work. This is really nice.”
He brings my hand to his lips to kiss, and I’m so shocked by his delusions that I don’t pull away from that either.
It’s not what he said, buthowhe said it. It wasn’t in a friendly way. No, that was more. It was… wistful. Like this whole situation is some fantasy fulfilled.
“I really just want to go to bed,” I say. “I th-think I’m getting sick,” I add, wondering if the lie will make him leave.
My phone vibrates. Then vibrates again. Then again.
Sam glances at it, frowning.
“Probably emails,” I add quickly. “School. I submitted a ton of work today.”
Lies. Lies. Lies.
I was never a liar before. I kept things to myself, but I didn’t outright lie, yet here I am… lying to the man who is helping me out.
“Your email has a different vibration pattern.”
Is it weird that he knows that?
Yeah, I think it is. It’s definitely not only weird but creepy.
“I don’t know then. I’m going to shut it off and go to sleep.”
My heart pounds, discomfort settling at the base of my spine. What if he takes my phone and freaks out that I’m talking tosomeone and not him? What if he flips out and tries to kill me or something? He could keep me prisoner in here and no one would know…
No, Sam wouldn’t do that.
He wouldn’t.
Would he?
I slip my hand from his and pull the blankets up higher. He watches me a moment longer before getting up and leaving the room, closing the door behind him. When I hear his footsteps stop, I assume he’s lying on the couch, and I pick up my phone.
LMCYTTWACYAGG: So your roommate isn’t cool?
LMCYTTWACYAGG: I hope they didn’t kidnap you?
LMCYTTWACYAGG: They aren’t a gamer, are they?
Kidnap me.It makes me think about Jaxon, and how I maybe wouldn’t hate him swooping in here and kidnapping me right about now.
I pinch the bridge of my nose and take a breath. I am such a mess.
“Stop being crazy, Sailor. Just stop it,” I whisper.
Golden_Phoenix: I’m here. Sorry. He’s… just too nice.
LMCYTTWACYAGG: He? Are you a guy, too? Not that I care, but I thought you were a girl.
Golden_Phoenix: I am. He’s just a friend. Are YOU a guy?
I assumed he was since he referred to himself as the “new guy” but that’s just a saying, so this could be a girl. Would it matter who they were? No, but I would be lying if I said I wouldn’t enjoy attention from a guy… especially one who is around my age and into my favorite game.
LMCYTTWACYAGG: He’s probably in love with you.
LMCYTTWACYAGG: And yes I am a guy which is why I can say that.
