Scar
I didn’t follow you, I promise.
Lie again.
Scar
Seriously, I go there whenever I need to blow off some steam after a long day.
I tried to leave you be, but you’re a terrible shot when you’re anxious.
I’ve never seen bullseye posters with couches on them but one of those might help.
You want to help me be a better shot so I can do more than clip you next time?
Scar
You could’ve done it right there and didn’t.
Don’t tell me you’re having second thoughts?
Scar
Speaking of thoughts…What did you imagine me doing when you came the other night?
This man is an absolute idiot, and I don’t know how to respond to that. I had a feeling he watched me, but hadn’t mentioned it until now.
Go fuck yourself, Scar.
Scar
That’s not what you said earlier. Lol
I cannot help the chuckle that escapes me at how ridiculous this man is. I mean it, I’ll miss his stupidity when he’s gone. My phone chimes with another message.
1 attachment from Scar.
He wouldn’t send a selfie, but still my heart races at the possibility. My index swipes to open the thread, and it’s a photo of him in his balaclava.
A familiar sight, however, it’s rolled up to his nose with a pair of…I zoom in to make sure my eyes aren’t deceiving me, because thatcan’tbe panties in this man’s mouth. Surely, notthepanties I haven’t been able to find recently.
Except thosearemy panties.
Oh fuck.
Heat rushes over my body, and I clear my throat to snap out of it. The other night was a one-time thing, and I can’t let him think it’ll happen again.
I can’t have a relationship with this man. I don’t even know him, and the last thing I need is for a man to derail me again. I feel somewhat better that he’s one of Regina’s guys, but what if he’s more murderous than she is?
Another text rolls in, grabbing my attention and withering at my restraint.
Scar
I wish they were the ones you’re wearing now, but these will do. Goodnight, Doe.
I know what I’ll be dreaming about.
You’re a nightmare.