But the thing is… they’re not wrong.
I am obsessed with Madison. Wholly and entirely, sickeningly obsessed with him. I want to devour him. I want to consume him.
I want to feel him. Taste him.
I want to know him. His fears and desires. What drives him and what keeps him awake at night. I want to know what it is that makes him want to live.
I need everything.
But if all I get is Mayhem…
Well.
I’ll take it.
“What the hell is that look for?”
“What?” I startle, looking away from my phone to glance up at Kaser. “What look?”
“You look like you’re about to do something stupid.”
“Aren’t I always?” I drawl, hiking a brow.
“Yes, but this is different,” they snort. “What are you going to do, Ced?”
And then, my phone rings.
My heart shoots into my throat, and I feel myself smile manically.
“Something I’m going to regret, I’m sure,” I answer them absentmindedly as I swipe answer on the call and put it to my ear. “Hello, darlin’,”
Kaser raises their brow but doesn’t say a word as they stare at me for a few moments longer as Madison responds.
“Okay, I think I’m ready.”
“Is that so?”
Kaser nods and then closes my door, which I’m grateful for. I spin around in my computer chair to face my computer and type in the password.
“Yes.”
“Had to steel yourself for it?”
“Y-yes.”
“Good.”
“You want me to be afraid?”
“Fear is healthy. And I think we’ve already established how good fear makes us feel… so I’m all for it, darlin’.”
“Oh,” he squeaks, and I chuckle as I type in the password for the website and log in to the webcam so I can load it on my computer.
I want to see Madison as I talk to him.
“So, did you have anything in mind?” I ask as I watch him sit on the side of his bed. His legs are crossed, head bowed in front of him, light brown hair hanging slightly. He’s picking at a thread in his jeans, unraveling it and twisting it around his finger, over and over again as we sit in silence.
I don’t break it.
