Page 27 of Ominous: Part 1
Him: Ah, you are awake.
My cheeks ache with my smile.
Him: You tell them you’re safe with me.
Him: It’s a lie, of course.
Him: Because when I get you alone, I’m going to eat you alive.
My pulse is flying, and I have to swipe my covers down over my head, letting the cool air rush over me, my unbraided hair fanned out on my pillow.
Him: JK.
It takes me a minute to regulate my breath, and I push one hand under the covers, my fingers coming to the waistband of my oversized sleep shorts. My core is hot, and my fingers are cold. The sensation causes me to shiver, and I text him back with one hand, feeling far braver with miles between us, our only connection this phone.
Me: You’re not kidding.
Don’t be kidding.
Him: I’m not kidding.
I shift my hand lower, goosebumps rising along my skin. I don’t know what to say. So many things in my head, Eli’s skin, his voice, his nearness, how clean his car is, how he smells so good. The gym membership, the sweat slick on his body, even being so close to him in the stupid tanning room, where he followed Fred, to check on…me.
Him: What are you doing, Eden?
The fact he typed out my name makes me want him more. I glide my fingers over my pubic bone, chewing the inside of my cheek, and my face flushes hot when I answer him.
Me: What do you think?
I dip my middle finger over the short hair between my thighs, but I don’t go lower as I wait, holding my breath, my heart pumping so fast it hurts in my chest.
Him: You’re wrapped up safe and sound in your bed, because you’re a good girl, huh?
My heart skips a beat, and I imagine him whispering those words in my ear, his fingers drifting along my skin.Me: Is that what you think?
Him: Stay the night with me and let me find out.
Me: I don’t know you. You could be dangerous.My face grows hot as I send off the text, knowing I’m playing with fire.An act, an act, an act.What happens when he wants to cash in on all this foreplay?
Him: I think you’d like that.
I bite my bottom lip, thinking of the scars on my wrist.Me: I’m an angel.
His replies come fast.Him: A beautiful one.
I feel a little dizzy.Me: A really, really good one.
Him: Yeah. I bet you are.
Him: But would you ever be bad? For me?
Him: Who am I kidding. Of course you would, just because I asked.
I imagine his smirk in my head. I touch myself, feeling how wet I am, my stomach muscles jumping with the relief of my finger circling my swollen clit, everything slippery and hot.
Him: Answer me. You’re not asleep.
There’s something in his demand, in the accuracy of his accusation, it makes me want to please him. I feel like putty, eager to give in, so different from the ways I know I’d shy away if he was here. I push my finger lower, parting my lips, then lower still, into me. My walls tighten around myself. The rough feel of the Band-Aid inside of me only heightens the pleasure.
