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Too tired to think of what that could mean, I stumbled in the dark as I undressed, not even turning on the lights as I climbed into bed.
When an arm wrapped around me a second later, my eyes popped open and I screamed, scrambling out from under the covers. I slid across the floor, bumping into the wall as I tried to slow my breathing and find my pants where my phone still was.
Son of bee sting! Slade was right again and someone was after me. I needed to call for help, I needed to get out of here! Moving toward the door, I kept the bed and imminent danger in front of me. Unconsciously, I froze when the lamp next to the bed flicked on.
My flight or fight reflex kept me immobilized and I sat on the floor, watching as feet touched the ground. Bare legs followed, and when they came into view, I stared up at my predator, and found hypnotizing blue eyes staring back.
Pen Pal Letter
THANE TO NOX
Dear Noxy girl,
I made a big decision today. It will affect the next four years of life, and hopefully more. It felt scary doing something different than my twin, but I think it will be good. We’ve grown apart over the years, and maybe out of one another’s shadow, we can shine more. When I hit submit, I couldn't wait to tell you though.
I started reading the book you talked about last time and I have to say, it’s great. Maybe we can share book recs and talk about them? I really like the characters and story building.
I was thinking also, what if we did a version of truth or dare? We trust one another to go through with the dare, providing evidence as needed. Or putting the truth in writing.
I’ll go first, truth or dare, Nox?
Thanks for being there to celebrate with me, even if only electronically. My dad will be happy, but he also expects it, not caring about the stress, and my brother doesn’t care about me at all anymore. My friends are superficial, so you’re the only one who will understand the risk I’m taking.
Until next time, how are you being brave today?
Truthful Blaze
Stalking off,I quickly made myself leave my heart, knowing if I stayed, I would kiss her until she couldn’t breathe or say something to get me slapped. Neither needed to happen; kissing her wasn’t an option with how things were at the present, and I didn’t fancy getting slapped today. So I left, needing space to breathe. Shoving my hands in my pocket, I made my way down the street. A minute later, Simon caught up to me, panting slightly at my brisk pace.
“What are you thinking? I know you’re over there devising some scheme.”
I peered at him from the corner of my eyes, gauging his expression. In some ways, I knew Simon inside and out, but in others, he was still a stranger to me. Our relationship was complicated. It had been filled with duplicity and smeared lines more often than not.
“I’m thinking,” I finally answered, “I need to figure out who this asshole is that’s pretending to be my brother.”
“Ooh, spy mission!”
“Simon, it’s a good thing I like you.” I chuckled, shaking my head at his nonsense. “You’re so fucking weird, man.”
He merely shrugged, a smile covering his whole face, and I registered how little he’d done so in the past few months. Lennox’s absence had affected him more than I’d wanted to admit, my denial and anger covering my own sadness at her vacancy.
“Yeah, but you like it.”
“Yeah, I do.”
I found myself agreeing, as I reached over and took his hand, watching to see if he would be okay with it. When he linked his fingers with mine, I relaxed, a giddy excitement filling me at holding hands with the boy I liked. No one on the street batted an eye toward us. The city was progressive and had a large LGBTQ+ community. It was the south though, and Nashville was the epicenter. Outside of it, flaunting our relationship would be riskier. Acceptance of all love was one of the things I missed about the west coast, well that and the ocean.
So taking the moment for what it was, I soaked in being able to hold Simon’s hand for once. I’d never grasped how freeing it would feel to have everything out in the open. Si and I didn’t have to hide from anyone anymore, not even ourselves.
“So, you’re thinking he’s an imposter?”
“Definitely an imposter.”
“Then it’s decided. I think we need to do a stakeout. See when she’s going to meet with him next.”
“As much as I want to figure out who this asshole is, I don’t want her around him again, or to lie to Peach.”
Simon thought it over as we walked, dodging other couples as we made our way down the block. It was getting late, meaning there were more drunk people on the streets as the town started to wind down.
