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“How charming,” I muse. “Do you do this to all the girls who bat their eyes at you?” I tease because I don’t really care about other women. If he does this daily, that’s his business. However, I do have a slight concern about us not using a condom. I’m on birth control, but that doesn’t protect me from any diseases or infections.
Silver Mask clicks his tongue and shakes his head. “Only to the ones who kiss me when I corner them.”
I roll my eyes.
“Lead the way.”
He extends one hand toward me. Although estranged by his affection, I grab it without knowing what to expect. His fingers lace together with my own, and I’m taken aback by how warm and comfortable it is.
I’m not sure if I’ve been depraved of normal human proximity with a guy, but the warmth of his hand holding mine is pleasant. Our palms fitting perfectly as if they belong together, which is an insane thing to think about a man I just met. Then again, we jumped many steps along the way, so I could say our bodies were a perfect match for each other. If we got to know one another, I might like him too.
I’m not delusional enough to believe I’m harboring love for him after an hour of adrenaline and raw fucking. But I can’t say there isn’t a connection happening here. You don’t have sex like that with just anyone. There’s a spark between us, one that could ignite and turn into all-consuming flames.
The future is unknown.
Without untangling our hands, we walk to the main floor, and along a tiny hall toward the end. Not paying too much attention to our way out of here because I’m busy wondering if I should ask for his number.
So, when the neon sign becomes visible, I halt my steps and take a deep breath to steady my thumping heart.
Nena, you asked him to come all over you. This is absolutely nothing, my brain reminds me when I grow insecure. Somehow, this feels different. When we were fucking, I was sure of what was happening and didn’t have to consider rejection as a possibility.
I gulp, the anxiety knotting in my throat.
“This might be straightforward, but could I have your number?” I fumble over the words. Silver Mask stays quiet for a few seconds. “We could have a re-do, but you don’t need to feel obligated,” I offer.
He shakes his head.
“I would love nothing more than getting another chance to be inside you,” he assures. “I don’t have my phone here.”
“Oh.”
I didn’t think about that option at all.
“But tell me yours. I’ll remember it.”
I raise a brow, surprised.
We don’t live in an era where you memorize numbers. Of course, I know a few digits here and there, like my mom’s and my best friends’ numbers, but nothing out of the ordinary. Typically, we limit ourselves to insert the digits in our contacts, and that’s it. If our phones can store it for us, why bother learning them, right? That’s what most of the world believes.
“Seriously?”
He nods, and nothing in his body language hints that he’s lying.
“I’ll engrave the numbers in my brain, darling. Tell me,” he insists.
Doubtful, I recite my phone number, and mention, “My name’s Sadie.”
It’s odd that I have his semen smeared all over my abdomen, and we haven’t exchanged names.
Silver Mask bobs his head in approval before parroting back my digits, proving he has remembered at least immediately.
“See? I have an excellent memory,” he mentions, though I notice he hasn’t introduced himself. With a slight tilt of his mask, he points at the exit. “You better get going if you want to be the final girl.”
“You could still eliminate me from the game,” I remind him, tapping the blade of his knife with my index finger.
“I could, but I won’t,” he replies. “I’ll find you later, my darling Sadie.”
With that, he backs away from me, installing a prudent distance between us. He’s letting me have my moment alone. I appreciate him for it. People wouldn’t consider me a final girl if I made it out with the person who was supposed to ‘hunt me’.
