Page 32 of Run For Me
JournalThief: Good.
JournalThief: Then I can think about how wet you’ll be the next time I see you.
DarkRaven: So… you really know who I am?
JournalThief: Yes.
I jerk upwards, my fingers tapping out the next message.
DarkRaven: HOW?!
I admit, I’m panicking a little. Yes, for some crazy reason that I cannot fathom, this turns me on, but my rational brain knows this is dangerous! What if he is an actual psychopath? A serial killer or rapist? It’s very, very possible. He could be an actual stalker, and here I am playing games with him.
Campus abductions are real and way too common. If I went missing, who would even notice? No one. The only person who cares about me is Sam, and he’s mad at me right now. If he texted me back and I didn’t answer, he’d assume I was still mad and wanted nothing to do with him. And being the good guy he is, he’d probably let me go.
There’s Amelia, but I hardly know her. We don’t have classes together, so her reaction to me not responding would probably be similar.
What a jarring thought…
There literally is no one who would look for me or know that I was gone.
JournalThief: I saw you and I just knew it was you.
Huh? That’s it? He saw me and… just knew?
DarkRaven: So, it’s possible you don’t know who I am then?
JournalThief: Unlikely.
DarkRaven: Prove it.
The dots dance for a while, and I assume he’s trying to decide how to answer my question. But when he sends me a text so long my eyes bulge out of my head, I know that isn’t the case.
JournalThief: I could tell you about the bright pink hair you have, but you’d just say I guessed that over your profile image. Then I’d point out your gorgeous blue eyes, and still, you’d blame the photo. So instead, I’ll tell you about when I saw you. Actually saw you. The first time left me speechless. Breathless. It was like a shock to the heart, and I had no idea why. Until I realized… it’s because it was you. I’ve stared at your ass and imagined my face between your thighs. I’ve seen the way you walk the halls with your head down to avoid everyone around you. Something I should tell you not to do because you’re beautiful and shouldn’thide, but I won’t because I don’t want anyone else looking at you. I see you, see parts of you that you think you’re hiding, and maybe most people are too blind to it, but I’m not, little dove. I see it all. I see YOU.
I am speechless.
Breathless.
How in the world can he know so much?
He’s right. About all of it. I would have argued those points, and I do try to blend in… I don’t want to be around people, and I don’t want to stand out. But there’s something he mentioned that’s sticking out to me more than his description of me.
DarkRaven: Why don’t you want anyone else looking at me?
I hold my breath as I wait for an answer, my fingers trembling and heart pounding so hard I feel it in my throat. I chew on the inside of lip and count the seconds. I get to six when the message comes in.
JournalThief: Because you’re mine.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Him
The obsession with this girl is getting out of hand. Thoughts of her consume my every waking moment. What is it about this dark raven that keeps my attention so well? Women never keep my attention. Never.
I find myself reading through the pages of her journal two, three times a day. I’ve practically got the entire thing memorized. It’s officially my new favorite book.
A Pink Journal by Dark Raven.
