Page 51 of Eyes on Me


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I’m supposed to have things figured out at this point. But somehow, there are even more questions swirling around my head. I’ve got her texting me on the app every moment that she doesn't have her hands busy with my cock or in the throes of another orgasm.

And the only thing I’ve figured out this week is that I’m royally fucked.

As I slam the trunk of my car with my duffel bag packed inside, I notice Mia standing near the driver’s side. I glance around carefully to make sure we’re alone before we say anything.

We couldn’t be leaving this lake house any more unsure about what the fuck we’re doing. There have been some intense moments of intimacy that, I’ll be honest, felt a hell of a lot like a relationship. But her virginity is still intact, and I withheld from being the asshole to take that. Still, the physical stuff was amazing, so do we just call it a day and part ways?

Is that what I want?

Ignoring the fact, of course, that I’m still talking to her online as Drake at all times.

“Well,” she says, crossing her arms, “I guess I’m glad you came.”

“Nice choice of words.” I laugh.

She bites her bottom lip and looks away, holding back her own laughter. “You know what I mean.”

“Yeah. It was fun.”

“It was fun,” she says, looking up at me. Her skin is tanner than when I got here five days ago, and I find myself staring at the hints of sunburn on her nose and cheeks. Then, of course, I think about the tan lines under her clothes, and I have to force my mind to stay out of the gutter for one fucking second.

“Are you excited to get back to work?” she asks.

“Yeah, I think so. What about you? Are you excited to flash your tits for creeps on the internet?”

She rolls her eyes. “You’re just jealous.”

“Nah,” I reply, stepping toward her. “I’ve seen your tits. That image is safely tucked away right up here.” I tap the side of my head.

She smiles for a moment before getting serious. “So…this is it, right? We’re still not going to do this back in Briar Point, are we?”

I’m searching her tone for any hint of what she wants. Does she want to keep doing this?

It doesn’t matter. We are done. I’m calling it quits right now. I’ll even stop texting her as Drake. I need to just go back to my regular life at Salacious, so everything can be normal again.

“This is it,” I say, and I watch her eyes as a hint of disappointment flashes through them.

“Okay,” she says with reluctance.

God, I want to touch her. Just one last time. Before we head back to the real world, before this weird twilight zone affair started. I take a quick glance up at the house, and since I don’t hear my mom or Paul talking, I know it means they’re not near the doorway. So I grab Mia by the hand and lead her to the house, so we’re out of view of the windows.

Then, I press her against the wall. “Since this is goodbye, I just need one more…”

With that, I slam my lips against hers, tasting her mouth like it’s the last time I’ll ever kiss her. Because it is.

Her mouth eagerly latches onto mine, our tongues twisting in delicious friction. She tastes so good; I savor the feel of her lips. It’s a short kiss, but it’s enough to satiate my appetite.

When we pull apart, she doesn’t linger to look at me or ask any more questions. She just keeps her back to me as I climb into the car, only waving at me once as I disappear down the driveway.

* * *

It’s not until I’m home that she texts me. On the app, of course. Technically, I guess she’s texting Drake. At first, I ignore it, tossing it on the bed unanswered. It’s time to cut all ties. If I could un-stepbrother myself from her, I would, but as far as I know, we’re stuck sharing parents for the foreseeable future.

I’ll just ghost her as Drake and that will be it. This whole weird stepsister phase is behind me now. I almost go for a run. I almost go to the club. Ialmostdo a lot of things, but that one fucking unchecked message is haunting me and won’t let me go.

Okay, I’ll just say goodbye.

Picking up the phone, I click the message and see her beautiful face. There is no text. Just a picture she sent—a beautiful smiling selfie. No words. Nothing.

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