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But he never called them that around Mother.
Mother wouldnotbe so kind about my blog if she thought for a second I was interested in any of the men who read it. She got suspicious if I so much asopenedmy camera app, asking for copies of whatever pictures I'd taken, so Iknewfor a fact that she wouldn't be happy about me talking to anyone in that capacity. It was a good thing she couldn't see how much we spoke in a private chat app. She'd probably have a conniption.
I quickly clicked on my comments link, eager to see what everyone had to say.
The anon was actually nice for once. But the other three were the comments I most wanted to see.
The first one was from Kinden.
"Hey sweetheart - missed you! Listen. You're amazing and wonderful. Don't ever forget that. I know things are tough for you right now, but don't worry. You've always got me. I'd wait forever."
At the sight of his familiar nickname for me, my heart jumped for joy.
I had only ever seen his profile picture, but even so, whenever he commented on my posts, I blushed. He was so very handsome. Dark-skinned, dark-haired, and funny to boot. His profile picture had theseeyes.Beautiful eyes. Eyes that reminded me of the obsidian stone in the locket I wore around my neck. So dark, but with a glint of gold in certain lights.
I definitelyhadn'tspent a large chunk of my time studying his photo gallery or anything. Nope. Not me.
Well, maybe alittle.
My fingers went instinctively to the necklace. I fiddled with the stuck clasp as I tapped on Kinden's name, which took me to his profile page, and a larger version of his picture.
His eyes seemed to pierce my very soul. He had his hand in his hair, short on the sides and longer up top.
His ears tapered at the ends, belying his elven heritage.
He was actually half-elf. He'd descended from the long line of high elves that had settled our continent.
In fact, all three of my guys were half-elves. As far as I knew, they all knew each other, were friends in real life as well as online. Sorrel and Kinden even shared an apartment. They both worked for the same employer, some hotshot art gallery in the city.
Kinden handled security, both online and physical at the gallery and Sorrel was an art buyer. Kinden was a trained mage, and it surprised me to find out that he worked in security, but apparently, it was a common occupation for mages.
Sorrel was a hunter by blood, but instead of hunting game in the woods, he hunted rare and priceless paintings and sculpture.
We hadn't really gone into specifics beyond that. They knew what I'd briefly explained about my family and my current living situation, and that was it. Keeping it simple had seemed like a good idea at first, but now, I felt like I wanted more.
I wanted toknowKinden.Reallyknow him. I craved information as if it were a lifeforce. If I could just know everything there was to know about him, I'd finally be satisfied.
Except, the really frustrating thing, was the knowledge that I would never be fully satisfied until I held him in my arms.
I knew online crushes couldn't possibly be real. Mother had warned me against them on more than one occasion, based on that fact.
But what I felt about Kinden… it felt so very real. Kinden, Rifyr, Sorrel… It all felt real. It felt like real feelings. Real longing. Real desire.
Even if I hadn't ever met any of them.
Well, met them in person. I knew plenty about all three of them.
Besides, it was fun, even if it was fake. I would never see the outside of this tower, so I allowed myself a little fun where I could get it.
And I could get it from these guys.
Rifyr's comment was next.
"Hey, you say the word and I'm there, Kitten. You know I'm always up for filling any knight in shining armor needs you might have. ;) ;) ;)"
The double entendre wasn't lost on me. I wasn't exactly sure if I should keep the comment or delete it.
Would Mother mind? It wasn't as if any of these men would ever meet me.
