“Well, treat, I think even if I couldn’t see you, I’d be able to guess that you’re giving me the finger.”
He drops his hand immediately. “Holy shit.”
“Yes.”
“You can really see me.”
“Yes,” I answer, softer.
“Like… really, really see me.”
“Yes, Madison,” I repeat again because I can sense his rising panic.
“This is actually insane. You know that right? Like this is crazy. All of this.” He twists his fingers together, and my brows tug. I don’t like the direction this conversation is headed.
“How do’ya mean?”
“You’re… Oh, God. You’re my… You’re my likeactualstalker, and I’mtalking to you!I’m engaging with you, and I… oh, no, no, no…”
My heart kicks with his words, ready for what he was about to say before he trailed off.
I lean forward, gripping the arms of my chair. “And you what, Madison? What were you going to say?”
“And I actually want it!” he wails, throwing himself back on his bed with a cry. The blanket poofs up around him, hiding his face from sight for a moment, and my breath catches in my throat.
Fuck,he doesn’t realize how perfect for me he is.
I let him have his crisis for a moment as I process his words and how, for the first time in my life, someone has mademefeel…warm…
He wants me.
He fuckin’ wants me.
“Darlin’,” I say after a few minutes of haggard breathing.
“What?” he snaps snottily.
“It’s okay.”
“It’s okay?” he repeats incredulously. “It’s okay? What about any of this is okay?”
“I just meant?—”
“I know what you meant,Static,” he sneers my name like a curse, and I wince. “You meant it’s okay because you get what you want out of this, and in the end, I’ll be left all fucked upagain!”
I take a breath as I process his words… and the fact he saidfuck.
I swallow because I hate them.
“What do you mean, again?”
Madison takes a deep breath. “It doesn’t matter.”
“It does to me.”
“Why?”
“Because it does. I… I want to know you.”
