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I scrape my teeth across my bottom lip before I throw my legs over the side of the bed and stand, nabbing my phone off the nightstand before I leave the room to sink down into my chair in the living room and open the Safari app on my phone.
I’m not sure what I’m going to search for, but it’s going to be this person. I try typingWells, Dallas, Texas,into the search bar. All it does is bring up banks, companies, and people with the last name Wells. He said it was his first name, so none of those fits, plus none of the people pictured are tall, sexy, dark-haired, white-teethed men.
So, they’re out.
Chewing on the corner of my cheek, I pinch a piece of skin with my teeth and roll it back and forth as I try to think of something else to search for to find him. I can think of absolutely nothing. Letting out a frustrated sigh, I almost toss my phone onto the rug in front of me when it buzzes in my hand with an incoming message.
Sucking in a breath, I slide my thumb across the screen. It’s a new message from him.
UNKNOWN: I CAN’T GET YOUR TASTE OFF MY TONGUE. DELICIOUS.
Lifting my hand to my cheek, I cup it and feel the heat there. This man, this stranger, this stalker, he knows the way I taste. My first kiss was… down there. I don’t understand why that is hot. It shouldn’t be. I should be disgusted and embarrassed… What if something is wrong with me?
What if I’m a freak?
With my hand on my cheek, I stare at my phone, but I don’t see anything as I think about the possibility that I have something wrong with me. What if my anxiety is because I’m really some kind of weirdo?
UNKNOWN: PARKER.
I blink my eyes to adjust so I can read the notification. No longer am I unable to see. It’s as if that single text has caused everything to realign. I wait for something else to come through, but it’s clear he wants me to respond to his previous message. The way he’s sent just my name causes a chill to slide down my spine.
It’s demanding.
And I don’t know if I like that or not, but I’m leaning toward liking it. Because even though I don’t quite understand how or why, I like everything about this man. Pressing my lips together, I roll them a few times, then start to type something back, delete it, then start again.
Why do I like the thought of that so much?
SEND.
And I do.
The three little dots appear as he types a message back. Holding my breath, I wait for the message to appear. I know it’s going to cause my lungs to seize, as all his texts have done so since he started sending them to me last night.
UNKNOWN: BECAUSE YOU’RE MINE.
My breath hitches.
I do like the sound of that.
I am his, and I didn’t even know it. Then I wonder if I’ve always been his. Maybe that’s why nobody else ever appealed to me, why nothing has ever happened with anyone, why it’s seemed as if I was alone in the world until this moment. I’m totally overthinking all of this, and I know it, but I can’t help myself.
Will I get to see you again, maybe in the daylight?
UNKNOWN: YES.
His one-word answer causes my heart to squeeze.Yes. But when? I wait, and wait, to see if he’s going to say when, but he doesn’t. I bite the inside of my cheek as I hold my breath for a moment, then let it out slowly as I begin to type my own one word.
A simple question.
When?
The moments tick by. I think about standing from the chair, showering, and getting dressed for the day, but something causes me to pause. To wait. And I do wait. Minute after minute, until I let out a sigh of relief at the sight of that bubble, of those three little dots, then a short message comes through, and my hopes are instantly dashed.
It feels as if I’m on a roller coaster of emotions right now, and I’ve only known this man’s name for a few hours.
UNKNOWN: I’LL COME TO YOU IN THE NIGHT FOR NOW.
The only thought that flashes through my mind is that he’s somehow ashamed of me. My heart cracks at the thought. But then, why wouldn’t he be ashamed of me? I’m plain, a loner, a nerd, and avirgin.
