Games are for kids and idiots who confuse manipulation with love.
I’m not a child or a narcissist.
If I miss Lilith, if I want to talk to her, I’ll do it whether she reaches out first or not.
Right around the time Fraser starts taking deeper breaths, the phone vibrates in my hand.
Lilith:Miss you too. Work was boring without you there.
Me:Don’t let Hope hear you say it.
Lilith:Oh, she already did. Told me I was an asshole, but she loves me anyway.
Warmth spreads through my chest as I picture Lilith’s face while she typed that last text. Her eyes must’ve been shining, her attitude coming through them.
My lips curve up at that.
Unbelievable.
I’m in the middle of a crime scene.
With a child abuser bound to my chair.
With my storage cabinet and dresser filled with murder weapons I call research equipment. With a bucket for Fraser to shit and piss in over the next few days.
Not to mention the acid slowly eating through my clothes and parts of Harold in the barrel in the far corner.
Despite that, I smile.
Me:You’re fucking adorable. Send me a picture of you.
I never used my phone camera or kept anyone’s photos on it.
But after a day without her, I need Lilith’s face all over my screen like I need air.
While I wait—since service can get spotty down here, and I wasn’t lying about that—I put my glove back on and hook Fraser up to the monitors.
I’m done removing both gloves when my phone vibrates again.
One look at her photo, and my cock throbs.
Lilith took the picture in her room, and her hair is damp from the shower. Her thick locks fall over the front of her body, draped across an oversized T-shirt that has to be the one I left there last night.
My grip tightens on my phone as dark urges slam into my chest, my blood, my dick.
Then my screen lights up with a text.
Lilith:Hey, so, if you’re done for the day, could you come over? Totally okay if not.
Me:What do you think?
Lilith:You did say you were busy…
Me:Little devil, you can’t send me a photo like that and expect me to stay away.
Lilith:Do you use that line on all the women you date?
“Mmm.”