This is why I kept putting it off. Because Iknewhow he’d react.
But it had to be said.
And maybe it’s the late hour.
Or maybe it’s that I spent two hours texting Thor earlier, laughing and teasing and saying things I’d never say to anyone else.
Whatever it is—I feelfree.
I open my messages and scroll to Keith’s number.
He still hasn’t responded to anything. But the messages are marked as delivered.
Faith: Just so you know, we’re officially over. This wasn’t easy at first, but every day you don’t reach out, it gets easier. Hope you’re enjoying D.C.
I hit send.
I walk up to my room, but it no longer feels like mine.
The pink walls. The old photos of me and Keith.
It all feels like a costume I’ve outgrown.
Just as I’m drifting off to sleep, my phone buzzes.
Thor: Come by the black semi that says Southern Transport tomorrow at 10 p.m. It’s seriously V.I.P. with the attached bedroom.
My heart jolts.
Luna: Are you for real? A V.I.P. truck? My dream come true! Are you sure you’re not a serial killer? This sounds like every episode of a true crime podcast.
Thor: I’m not done with you.
My thighs clench involuntarily.
Luna: I can’t believe I’m actually agreeing to this… and excited. FYI: I’ll be sharing my location with friends in case I get chopped up.
Thor: You’re the one killing me right now.
I hesitate… then type out the truth, maybe for the first time.
Luna: Okay, fine. You want to know the real reason I’m saying yes? I’ve had this weird secret fantasy for years—being with a man who keeps his mask on. Like, total anonymity. No face, just… touch. Control. Heat. I’ve never told anyone that before.
There’s a long pause on his end. Then:
Thor: Fuck. Luna. You have no idea what that’s doing to me right now. You… want me to wear a mask? I thought you wanted to see my face.
Luna: Maybe… both? I don’t know if I’ll ever get this kind of chance again.
Thor: What kind of chance?
Luna: To be with a man I trust, who looks amazing in a mask, and who makes me feel things I’ve never felt… even without showing his face.
There’s a pause.
Then my screen lights up with a photo.
He’s lying back in bed. Just his abs, his briefs, and that mask. Nothing else.
