Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 64640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
I motion to where I am with my hand, and her brows raise. “You’ve stayed in that position the whole time? Are you crazy? Did you sleep?”
“No.”
“He is crazy! As in the real kind. Just thought I would let you know so you’re aware of that tidbit of info as well,” Kyson interjects.
“You two are twins, aren’t you?” she asks, pointing to them. “I mean… I see it with the dark hair and fuck-me eyes, but you don’t look identical.”
“We’re fraternal twins,” Kenzo explains.
“Hot,” she says with an eye roll and then turns back to me. “I need to shower, pee, and go home.” Squeezing between us, she reaches for her bag and throws it over her shoulder. “Thanks for the sleep or…whatever.”
“We can cuddle any time,” I yell as she makes her way to the door.
“That won’t happen again,” she shouts back over her shoulder before she disappears. I sit frozen, unable to move, until Kenzo punches me in the chest.
“Stop falling for the lunatic waitress.”
“I like her,” I add.
“Yeah, but you don’t really like anyone.”
I shrug my shoulders as I stand. When I’m fully upright, I see a wet patch on my pants.
“Did you come… or?” Kyson asks, noticing it as well.
“No, she drooled.”
“Hmm…” is his noncommittal reply.
“Talk to Pops,” Kenzo says, stripping off his shirt and jumping into the pool. Kenzo would jump into the pool even if it was frigid weather. It’s chilly, but it’s not too cold for a swim.
“He only listens to you.”
“Yeah, yeah…” I wave them off and head to my bathroom. I pull my phone out of my pocket and I press call. It rings and rings, but she doesn’t answer.
Seems I like two women.
One I fuck in real life.
The other I fuck over the phone.
When she doesn’t pick up, I send her a message. It says it was delivered, so I can see she isn’t ignoring me, not like she did when I sent her a picture of my hand. I was hoping she would give me something in return. Even a tiny piece of herself would be enough for now.
I want to know what she looks like.
I want to know who it is I’ve been talking to these last few months.
I had my brothers search for her number, but it’s a burner phone, so no luck in that department. They said they might be able to track its location but not precisely, just when it pings on the towers. I’ve always said no, but I think it’s time I started saying yes.
I will find her.
And I will meet her.
One thing I haven’t shared with her is that when I hunt, I always catch my prey.
EIGHTEEN
Alaska
The other night I had the best night’s sleep imaginable using Zuko as my pillow.
He’s tried calling me, but not me. He’s been calling Sage—the other me. He doesn’t have my private number, and I’m not sure I want to tell him that we are the same person.
I like him not knowing.
I like that I have that part of him that he doesn’t realize he is giving away.
Not that he gives away too much, but still, having that small part is pretty awesome.
Upon walking out of my apartment, I lock the door behind me. I’m going to the corner store, where I plan to buy chocolate ice cream—a lot of it—and then return home to sit on the couch and watch horror movies and enjoy my night off.
“Alaska.” I stop dead in my tracks, keys in hand, as that voice comes from beside me. “Do you plan to face me?”
“How did you find where I live?” I ask, turning to him. I hate that his features are highlighted under the moonlight and that he is so incredibly fucking sexy.
“I hunt, Alaska.”
“Are you hunting me?”
“No, but I’m good at finding people.”
“Okay then…” I trail off, dangling my keys in my hand, not really having any idea what to say to that.
“It’s my brothers’ birthday,” he tells me. “They have a party happening right now. Would you care to attend?”
My mouth thins as I stare at him with my brows pulled together in confusion. It’s a little last minute wouldn’t you say? Your other date fall through?”
“Come to the party, Alaska.”
“Why?”
“Because I invited you.” He says those words like it should be obvious to me.
“What do I get out of it?”
“Where were you about to go?” he inquires, motioning to the keys in my hand.
I glance down at them and reply, “Ice cream.”
“I’ll buy you some on the way.” He steps closer and reaches for my hand, pulling me to him, so our bodies crash into each other. “I’ll buy you whatever the fuck you want if it means I get to fuck you again.”
“Does it turn you on, buying me things?” I ask, feeling his taut body against mine.