Page 39 of Lucky Shot
What’s up, buttercup? (I’m trying the teasing flirt thing again. I think we got it wrong before.)
I laugh and immediately relax.
Me
Yeah, that’s why I’m messaging. I’m sorry. I have no idea what happened.
Noah Kain
It’s cool. No big deal. For whatever reason, that whole thing just struck a nerve with both of us.
But I appreciate that you’re checking in. I should have done that.
A smile lingers on my lips as I lay back. I feel much better about this now.
Me
I should have earlier too. I was too busy trying to figure out why tf it bothered me to do so though, so that’s what I’m apologizing for.
Noah Kain
Really, we’re good, Lix. We both had a moment.
Me
All right. See you tomorrow.
I receive a thumbs-up reaction to my message and then nothing more. While my guy is staring at me from the screen, I look over our message exchange and wonder if he was just trying to get rid of me. Did I make it that uncomfortable? Was Noah in a hurry to get me out of his DMs?
Maybe he was busy. I haven’t seen him with anyone other than Max and Azure and he’s given me the impression that they’re just friends, but maybe that was just to keep their thing private?
I’m reading far too much into this.
Closing my app and locking the screen, I set my phone on the table so I can turn to the game. It’s really not a big deal. Even if it’s weird as fuck between us now, in just a few days, we won’t see each other for a while. Months. Not until the first game Edmonton plays against Florida. Even then, we’ll be two passing ships in the night.
Nope. Tonight, I’m focusing on my real Pretty Boy. Maybe he’ll let me dress him up again. Deciding I need a distraction, I put another of the dresses I’d bought for him in my bag and then head into the game. My friends list doesn’t show he’s online yet, so I wander for a while, hunting for the elusive skunk pelt and gather whatever interesting thing I can find while I wait.
PrettyInLace:If you could live in any fantasy world—movie, written, or game—which would you choose?
I grin at his question, relaxing further into my bed; enjoying how nothing is weird here. It’s just as it has always been.
Taking a breath, I shift my attention fully to him as he pops onto the screen with me. He’s still wearing the dress I put on him. My fingers itch to change him. To arrange him like a pretty doll and just… stare at him. Pet him. Maybe touch him.
Blinking myself out of the thoughts, I force myself to concentrate on the question.
DemiDefenseKip:I’m going to take the easy road out and say probably this game. Because there’s literally nothing that you can’t do. It feels like it has the best of everything.
PrettyInLace:Would you stay a druid?
DemiDefenseKip:As long as I could be this druid. The one I leveled up. Druids are arguably one of the more mediocre characters in the game so that I’ve leveled him as much as I have feels like a fucking accomplishment.
PrettyInLace:I wasn’t going to say it. Lol
DemiDefenseKip:lol what about you?
PrettyInLace:Mine isn’t so much fantasy, depending on who you ask. I think I’d like to live in the Greek myths. As a god.
DemiDefenseKip:Which god would you be?
