I chew on the inside of my cheek, hating that even someone who has never met Sam can tell how he feels about me.
Golden_Phoenix: You can tell from just the few words I said to you about him?
LMCYTTWACYAGG: Just cliche, is all.
Golden_Phoenix: He could be gay.
LMCYTTWACYAGG: Touche.
LMCYTTWACYAGG: Well, if you look anything like this cartoon pic on your profile, I can see why he’s obsessed.
Obsessed.
All these little words that make me think of Jaxon. So many little things.
Maybe I should give in and go to him…
Or maybe it’s not Jaxon per se, that I want, but someone who isn’t Sam? I don’t know this guy I’m talking to, and I don’t hate the fact that he left our chat open for me to start flirting, and maybe send him a pic of me…
Maybe this is what I need to do. Maybe moving on is how I get over Jaxon—but moving on with someone who isn’t Sam, because that’s a mess I don’t want to get tangled up in.
It feels dangerous enough that it’s exciting, but nottoodangerous. He’s just a random guy I met online. It doesn’t have to be serious.
Biting on my bottom lip, I click on the photo button then scroll through my pictures and choose one that’s mostly normal but slightly sexy.
I hold my breath as it goes through.
He doesn’t disappoint when he sends me a message back.
A whole row of sweaty faces and…
LMCYTTWACYAGG: Damn.
LMCYTTWACYAGG: Now I get it.
LMCYTTWACYAGG: If I was your roommate, I wouldn’t want you talking to other guys either.
My stomach does a little flip, and I smile as I respond.
Yeah, I think this is exactly what I need.
Chapter Four
Jaxon
I try not to be enraged by the messages she’s sending me. Because it’s me. Only she doesn’t know it’s me, so it’s kind of like cheating. And I don’t fucking like it.
But I need to get through this if I want her back. I need to show her that I can be normal. I’ll tell her this is me later, after we get closer. Then she will realize that even though I’m a monster, I can be normal too. She’ll realize that we were once again brought together, therefore, we belong together. There’s no use in fighting it any longer.
I ignore her most recent message and go back to the photo.
There isn’t a smile on her face, but a smirk. Her hair is freshly dyed pink—same shade as usual—and her shirt is low-cut.
I’ve seen this photo before. She took it for me weeks ago. It’s saved on my phone, and I’ve jerked off to it more than once. She may have sent it because she thought it was innocent… or she knew exactly what she was doing. Just because she sends someone a photo with her clothes on, doesn’t mean it’s innocent.Sailor isn’t stupid, and I’m sure she knew exactly what she was doing. Trying to be a goddamn tease.
I close out of the photo and go back to the most recent message.
Golden_Phoenix: What else would you want if we were roommates?
