CHAPTER 7
ASHTON
It was showtime.Thestream was going well.Tips were rolling in.Comments were thirsty.The usual crowd.
But then a name popped up.One I recognised but had not seen it listed for a few years.
R.Wilson74
Something about it made me pause.
Not the name itself, but the way he was watching.No comments.No emojis.Just...presence.
I could feel it.
Like he wasn’t here to get off.Like he was here to see me.
I shifted slightly, letting my gaze linger on the lens.Not seductive.Not playful.Just...open.
And for a second, I imagined him on the other side.Sitting in a dark room.Alone.Watching me like I was the last puzzle piece in a box he didn’t know he’d been holding.
Weird.
But not bad.
I kept going.Let the rhythm take over.Let the performance do its job.As I moved to the music, only I could hear.Imagining his hands ghosting over my heated skin.
But I couldn’t shake the feeling.
Who was he?
Why did his name feel like a whisper I’d heard before?
And why did I suddenly want to know what he looked like when he wasn’t watching me through a screen?
ROBBIE
