Page 34 of He Sees You When You’re Sleeping

Fantasy Jack smirks, a wicked glint in his eyes. “Please what? Use your words.”

I arch my back, my fingers working faster, mimicking what I imagine his touch would feel like. “Please... I need...”

“What do you need?” His voice is a low growl that sends shivers down my spine.

“You,” I gasp. “I need you. All of you. The darkness, the light, everything.”

In my mind, he rewards my honesty with a bruising kiss, his hands everywhere at once. I’m lost in the sensations, real and imagined blurring together. The tension builds, a coiling spring ready to snap.

“Come for me,” fantasy Jack commands.

I’m close to the edge when suddenly, my phone buzzes. I jump, startled out of my reverie. It’s a text from Jack.

Sweet dreams, it reads. Looking forward to our date. P.S. I like my lo mein extra spicy. Hope you can handle the heat.

I stare at the message, my heart racing. Is he flirting? Or am I reading too much into it, seeing innuendo where there is none?

I type out several responses, deleting each one. Finally, I settle on, I can handle more heat than you’d expect, Fireman Jack. Sweet dreams to you too.

As I hit send, I wonder if I’ve said too much, revealed too much of my true self. But then I remember the look in Jack’s eyes, the hint of something deeper, darker. Maybe, just maybe, there’s more to Jack than meets the eye.

And maybe, just maybe, I’m ready to find out.

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