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He dropped down beside me and pressed a kiss to my jaw. “Tell me this is right, Sen.”

My brow furrowed. “It’s…”

He slipped an arm underneath me and rolled me so that my head was on his chest.

“What do you feel?” he prompted.

After a deep breath, I pressed my palm against his chest, feeling his heartbeat. “It’s not wrong. This is… right.”

I couldn’t see him, but somehow, I knew that he was smiling. “So, about our date. I’m imagining a haunted house. Think of all the dark, shadowy corners.”

Chapter 22

Kai

Sen was acting squirrely. More than usual, that is.

Over the past couple of weeks, he would get like this sometimes, especially when one of his parents called. I made it a point not to ask about it. When he was ready to talk, he would. It was really hard, though. I lived my life so transparently that I found this to be a challenge.

Halloween was on Sunday, which was definitely going to bite all of us college students in the ass. If the professors expected everyone to show up for class on Monday and be at our best, they were smoking something that most of us weren’t old enough to legally buy.

“What about a werewolf?” I suggested, holding up a cheap, rubber mask.

Sen grimaced. “Imagine how bad it’ll smell after a few hours of sweating in there.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right. Plus, it’s too hard to rip off of you when I want to kiss you.”

“In shadowy corners,” he joked.

“Exactly. You’re catching on.”

I picked up an off-white mask with glazed white eyes and a creepy smile. It had a strap instead of going over the head, which was more practical than the werewolf one. Then again, it might not be what I wanted to look at all night while I took Sen on our first date. I’d rather look at his face, but compromises and whatnot.

Sen showed me a gold skull that came to just below his nose. It was jagged on the bottom, meant to look like it’d been broken. I pulled him into an empty aisle and strapped it around his head. Leaning forward, I kissed him. It wasn’t perfect, but it meant I didn’t have to remove it when I felt like doing that, which would be all night.

“Perfect,” I murmured. He moved to take it off, but I stopped him and nipped at his lower lip. “I just can’t get enough of you.”

“You’re crazy,” he chuckled.

“I need affection. I’m not capable of hiding who I am. I need to touch you and kiss you.” Grabbing the front of his shirt, I pulled him closer as I leaned back against a shelf. “Claim you.”

From the little I could see of his eyes in the mask, I could tell he’d looked away. I gripped his sides and pressed my forehead against the plastic.

“It’s okay if it takes some time. I know you feel like you’re doing me some sort of disservice because you can’t be out yet, but you’re not.”

I ran my fingers through his hair as he nodded. “I just think you deserve more.”

“Well, that’s subjective. I think you’re everything.”

He removed the mask and took a step back. “Let’s finish up here. I want to get my paper for Mr. White’s class done before Sunday.”

“I thought you did that yesterday.”

“No, I started yesterday, but you came over and didn’t let me finish.”

“I let you finish,” I pointed out with a sly smile.

His cheeks pinked, but he didn’t say anything else about it as we made our way to the front. There was more distance between us now and while he paid, he made it a point to angle himself further away from me.

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