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“Yes, come in.”
My phone pings repeatedly, and he glances at me as he sets the water down.“Sounds like one of your friends might be trying to find you after all.”
“I’ll answer in a second.”He hesitates.“Thanks for the water, and meds.”
He nods and backs up.“If you need anything…”
“I’m good, thanks.Can you get the lights?”
“Sure.”
“Night, Rhys.”
He spins so fast, I nearly fall out of bed.“What?”
Oh God, no one calls him that.I only know that’s his real name from the app we’ve been using.
“Peace,” I say quickly and hold my hand up and spread my index and middle fingers.His eyes narrow in on me, and I hold my breath.If he figures out who I really am and what I’ve been doing he’s going to toss me out the window and into the cold and I don’t blame him.“Peace,” I say again and his shoulders relax.
“Peace,” he responds.“See you in the morning.”
The door clicks shut again, and as I hear the shower down the hall turn on, I grab my phone.
Samantha: What is going on?
Me: He tucked me in.He’s not who you think he is.
Samantha: You don’t need to stay any longer tonight.
Oh, she’s worried about my safety now, is she?I’m not worried, though.Not once tonight was I worried.I see the way he acts on campus, loud, obnoxious, the life of the party.The girls love him and he loves them back.Yet…there’s a different side to Rhys.A quiet, soft side that I’ve gotten to know through our texts.That side came out tonight when he brought me here.Maybe I’ll stick with this ruse, and do an article disputing Samantha’s claims.That would get me fired in a hurry.But do I really need the chief editors position next year?Yeah, I kind of do.
Me: As soon as he falls asleep, I’ll leave.
Samantha: Fine, we’ll meet tomorrow and come up with a new plan.
I set my phone down and snuggle back on the pillow, bringing the T-shirt to my nose to catch hints of fabric softener, and…Rhys.The guy really does have two personas, and I don’t think he’s playing nice on the app to get into my pants.Samantha is wrong about that.Heck, he has no idea what Lisa even looks like.Truthfully, Lisa or Leeza…neither of us are his type.Although I really do enjoy texting with him.
My phone lights up and I exhale a huff, expecting more from Samantha, but my heart jumps as a message comes through the dating app.
Rhys: Hey…still up?
I run my finger across the phone and realize how hard I’m smiling, much like the smile I saw on Rhys’ face earlier, when he checked his phone.I’m about to message back when the journalist side of me kicks in.This could be a good opportunity to test his integrity.
Me: I’m up.How was your night?
Rhys: A bit strange actually.
Me: Your brother get into trouble?
Rhys: No, there was a girl on campus, and she needed some help.
I sit up a bit straighter and two things go through my mind.He knows I’m Leeza and feeling me out, or he’s just an honest, open guy who’s misjudged.
Me: Did you help her?
Rhys: Yeah, actually I’m at my buddy’s house, and I put her to bed.She was pretty drunk and I couldn’t find her friends.
Me: That was nice of you.
