Page 76 of Lucky Shot
“Uh… probably nothing you don’t have here.”
“Maybe I need a change in scenery,” he says, getting to his feet again.
Not sure how I backed myself into this corner, I get up, too. “Okay, then. My house it is.”
Ibis, August, and Asher watch Kyst without a word. The twins’ expressions are identical, but Ibis is frowning. He’s caught between annoyance and confusion.
I wave at the three, unsure what else to do, and head back to my house. Kyst follows silently, not looking back. When we get inside, he looks around with curiosity. “I’ve always wondered what the inside of other houses look like in this rich, fancy-pants suburb.”
Looking around, I try to see it from someone else’s view. “I don’t think it’s overly ostentatious,” I volunteer.
“It’s not.”
A minute passes. “So… I have video games?”
He laughs and shakes his head. “Yeah, sure. You don’t mind that I basically tied you in a noose and dragged you along to get out of there?”
“You looked a little irritated,” I say.
Kyst nods. He doesn’t elaborate, so I don’t ask. We spend the afternoon and into the evening playing video games. At some point around dinner, Ibis stops by and asks if Kyst wants to get food with them. Kyst doesn’t look at him as he shakes his head, not saying a word to Ibis.
When he leaves, I look at Kyst. “You know, you should at least tell him why you’re mad.”
“I don’t know why I’m mad,” he says with a frustrated laugh. “I just am.”
Ah. I nod and turn back to the television.
It’s late enough by the time he leaves that I change into bed pants to lounge around, but then I pause. Turning around in my closet, I stare at the hidden door that’s not hidden at the moment. I’ve been going in and out of there more often when Demi and I play dress-up over texts.
Maybe…
Before I lose the courage, I kick off my bed pants and underwear, tossing them into the corner, and push the door open. After clicking on the light, I ruffle through the underwear drawer until I find some cute ones that will let my booty cheeks hang out.
In another drawer, I riffle through the contents until I find a nightie. It’s navy and black. The body is silk, but there’s lace around the bodice. I slip into it and then stand in front of the mirror. This is literally the first timeeverthat I’ve dressed myself in something from this room without prompting.
Biting my lip, I reach for my phone and angle the camera in such a way that he sees my entire body, but not my face. Taking a breath, I click it.
Though I feel like I’m pushing against a current, I leave the room, shutting off the light, and heading to my bed. I climb on and situate myself on the pillows like I did the other night. Then I send the picture to Demi.
The answering text doesn’t come for another ten minutes, but it makes my chest warm and a smile spreads painfully wide across my face.
Demi!!
My heart! Such a beautiful man. Did you dress for me?
Is it pathetic to admit that I did? I wanted his attention, and I was pretty sure this would get it.
Me
Yes. I realize now that it’s kind of pathetic.
Demi!!
Not at all, Pretty. You can dress for me any day and I will always tell you how absolutely breathtaking you are.
Me
Can we call?
