INSATIABLE [DARK ROMANCE]

Ready Or Not

Stop, drop and drag me into place
And lock the fire escapes
I'll break your pretty face

Choke- IDKHow

Chapter Forty Four

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Masky was waiting, looking up at me from outside my window and I bit my lip, anxiety rising at the sight of him.

I was done getting dressed and I sighed, pushing away from the window and using the single key for my room door to lock it securely before creeping down the stairs.

The whole house was quiet and as I took slow torturous steps to minimize the creaking, I wondered what Masky had planned for tonight. My insides clenched tightly as guesses played out in my mind. I was practically shaking with anticipation.

I got to the bottom of the stairs and made it across the foyer to the front door, my fingers curling around the knob before a sound from behind me stopped me in my tracks.

I turned slowly, slower than pouring molasses and when my eyes finally landed on the source of the sound I wasn't so sure if I should be relieved or concerned.

It was Nick.

His face was lit up in the dark room by the light from his phone as he stood there looking back at me in silence with his AirPods in, fingers poised like he was in the middle of texting.

"Heyy," I drawled on a whisper, a large guilty smile immediately plastering itself on my face.

After a few seconds, he responded, his voice barely audible "are you going out?"

"Y-yeah. Yeah, I just needed some fresh air- you know, time to think?"

There was a long pause as he looked me over before he finally responded.

"Okay."

Before I could say anything in response he flashed me a quick wordless wave and headed up the stairs.

I was more shocked that he'd actually managed to speak a whole sentence this time than anything else really.

I finally released the breath I'd been holding and slipped out the front door, closing it behind me.

Safe.

I walked quietly around the side of the house, my stomach starting to do that fluttery thing again when I spotted Masky waiting for me in the distance.

Once I caught up he turned away from me and led the way through the trees.

I spoke at his back, "Hey, Masky?"

He didn't answer, even as the awkward silence yawned between us and I sighed, hands in the pockets of my hoodie to warm my fingers.

He was wearing his backpack again and I could see a few inches of his crowbar sticking out since it couldn't exactly fit. His brown hair was disheveled and curled slightly at his nape. I was tempted to reach up and toy with it but held back.

I'd been thinking about something for quite a while now and it was starting to creep back up on me, making me chew on my lower lip.

Do I ask him?

As we were now in the cover of trees I gathered my wits. Since when did I get so shy when it came to him?

Since he started treating me like his personal fleshlight.