Page 40 of Run For Me
“Will you ever let me see your face?”
I chuckle and it comes out raspy. “One day.”
I have no problem with her seeing my face, and the only thing stopping me is her. Feeding into her fantasies makes me sofucking hard. Knowing it turns her on to not know who I am is enough to hide my face from her forever.
Fuck, I’ll marry this girl in a mask if I have to. Whatever keeps her wet and wanting. This girl craves me, my words, and that is a power I don’t want to let go of.
“Does it bother you?” she asks after a moment of silence.
“What?” I ask, putting the phone on speaker and dropping it onto the bed so I can get undressed.
“Me being a virgin.”
I huff out a laugh and tug my shirt off as I kick my sweats down. I snatch up the phone as I climb into bed.
“Are you kidding? Isn’t that every man’s dream?”
“I don’t know. Is it?”
I toss the sheets over me and place the phone on my chest as I stare at the ceiling, resting my hands behind my head.
“Not every man, I’m sure. There are plenty who want women that are experienced and know what they’re doing.”
“You don’t care about that?”
“I like knowing I’ll be the only one inside of you.”
“I like when you say things like that,” she whispers, and I hold in the groan.
Keep it together.
“You’re different tonight.”
“I am,” she admits.
“You aren’t denying it?”
“Nope.”
“Why?”
“Tonight was the first night in a long time that I was honest and true to myself. I stood up for myself in a situation that had been eating at me for weeks, and it feels good. I feel good.”
Baby, I could make you feel even better.
“Lies are for the weak. Honesty is everything.” Words I will take to my damn grave and shout in the afterlife. Words I fucking live by.
“Will you always be honest with me?” she asks.
Fuck, her sweetness and innocence…
“Yes.”
She laughs softly. “You won’t ask the same of me?”
“I already know the answer.”
“None of this makes sense,” she says, blowing out a breath.
