Page 51 of Meet Me at Midnight

ThunderStruck: Tofu?

ElizaBeth: Is it cheese? Is it milk? Is it a weird blob of white stuff that comes from an animal’s genitals? I don’t know what it is, and that’s scary.

ThunderStruck: It’s milk. Soya milk. That’s been curdled.

ElizaBeth: Curdled milk? Ew. See? Scary! Thanks a lot, Beau.

ThunderStruck: Ha. Sorry to be the bearer of bad news. I guess I shouldn’t ask about the kombucha then, huh?

ElizaBeth: NO.

ThunderStruck: And what about the ankle-grabbing monsters?

ElizaBeth: Look, I can’t prove they’re real, but I CAN feel their presence. It’s an intuition thing.

ThunderStruck:Savages.

I know instantly he’s referring to the last note I left on his desk three days ago.

ElizaBeth: You figured out the movie.

ThunderStruck: Without Google.

ElizaBeth: I’m impressed.

And terrified. I let things go for so long that he actually got it, and now, he’s going to be relentless in going after his reward. Meeting me. In person.

ThunderStruck: I was hoping you would be.

ElizaBeth: You want to impress me, Beau Banks?

ThunderStruck: I want to do a lot of things with you.

My cheeks heat with the arousal that sits heavy within his words. Knowing he wants me, knowing he’s right next door…it makes mefeelthings.

And the June who always holds back is telling me to leave the chat, throw my phone across my bedroom, and hide under my comforter. But she’s not the one running the ship tonight. We’re too far out to sea for that.

ElizaBeth: Like what?

ThunderStruck: Meet you, for one.

ElizaBeth: And when you meet me?

ThunderStruck: Look into your eyes. I need to know what color they are.

ElizaBeth: And when you look into my eyes?

ThunderStruck: I imagine I won’t be able to stop myself from looking at your mouth. I want to see it move when you speak. Want to know if your lips are soft and plush. Want to know what they taste like.

Without even thinking, my fingers move to my lips, just barely skimming across the warm flesh.

ThunderStruck: I wouldn’t be able to resist kissing you.

Beau kissing me. It’s something I’ve dreamed and fantasized about a million and one times.

ElizaBeth: I think I’d kiss you back.

ThunderStruck: You think, or you know?

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