Page 75 of The Puck Chase

We nod and smile as we pass a few more people, before we finally step from beneath the tent and start moving towards the attractions. Daemon's eyes take in everything, but mine are only on him.

“Aurora warned me about Gemma,” he muses once we are far enough away, reminding me of his steady friendship with my sister. “She said she’s been hitting on you since you were in high school,” he adds in disgust, wrinkling his nose, but I can’t wipe the smile off my face as I stare at him.

When I don’t respond, he looks to the side to find me staring at him. “What?” he snaps, searching my eyes with his, as I lead us towards the house of mirrors.

“You said I was your boyfriend,” I smirk, and I feel his hand tense slightly in mine, but I feel too giddy to care.

“And?”

“Nothing,” I shrug, as we reach the attraction. “I just always knew you were obsessed with me, Forbes, that’s all.”

Daemon rolls his eyes, releasing my hand and nodding to the guy at the entrance, before making his way inside, and like the lovestruck fool I am, I follow him in. “Come on, admit you’re obsessed with me,” I demand, quick on his heels, except instead of reaching him, I walk straight into a mirror, and I hear his laugh off to my left side.

“I actually think it’s some form of brainwashing,” he starts with a laugh, sounding lighter than normal, continuing to move even further away from me, as I try my best to find him. “Or Stockholm Syndrome maybe? You know, when someone stalks you long enough that you just give in and accept it.”

I see a flash of him in another one of the mirrors and I dart after it, hitting another mirror as his laugh echoes out once more. “Is that what fucking me was? Giving in and accepting it?” I call out, bumping into a girl whose eyes widen at my words, before she flashes me with a flirty smirk that I completely ignore.

“After three years it was inevitable,” he shouts back, his voice sounding even closer now, and that’s when I see him. A flash of his black jacket in the corner of my eye, one I have been imagining stripping off of him ever since he came out of the dressing room this morning.

Moving quickly, I am on him before he can even take another step, slamming him against one of the mirrors and brushing my mouth against his ear. “Three years and still you run from me,” I pant, pulling his lobe between my teeth, before trailing my lips down his jaw.

I pull away before he can seal his mouth to mine, and a dangerous smirk crosses his face, as his eyes darken. “Oh, you wanna play with me, Golden Boy, is that it?”

Fuck. The way that fucking nickname rolls off his tongue, it could bring me to my fucking knees with how weak it makesthem. “I’d play anything you want, just name the game, Forbes,” I tell him, and he makes a show of thinking, but I can tell from the look in his eyes, that he has already made up his mind.

“How about your favorite game? Truth or dare, of course,” he purrs, grinding his body into mine, and I know the second he feels my erection, because his smirk turns wicked.

“Well, we both know what I’m picking,” I grunt, finally stealing his mouth for a kiss, and he spins us around and slams me back against the mirror, not caring if anyone finds us.

“Truth or dare, Archer?” he asks, finally returning the favor of the game that started all of this, and my heart begins to hammer in my chest.

“Dare,”

“I dare you to run.”

“Run?” I repeat in confusion, as he pushes himself away from me, his eyes turning completely predatory.

“If I catch you, I fuck you,” he warns, holding out his hand and gesturing for me to leave first, but I only cock my brow at him.

“Sounds like I want to be caught,” I reply truthfully, and he erases the distance between us, stealing my breath with a kiss.

“Trust me, baby,” he purrs, his hand caressing my throat. “You really don’t.” Then he pushes away from me and dances his way behind another mirror. “You’ve got a five minute head start, use it wisely,” he calls over his shoulder, before he disappears completely.

Five minutes. Fuck.

I’m running and bumping into mirrors before I can even take another breath, leaving behind the sounds of his dark laughter, as I dart from the house of mirrors in a rush. I collide with two people on my way out, not even stopping to say sorry, and when I make it outside, my eyes flare wide in search of where to go.

“Arch, have you seen Harden?” Everest appears at my side with Griffin in tow, and I startle a little, as I eye them both.

“What?” I ask, flicking my stare back to the house of mirrors, worried Daemon will appear any second.

“Harden, have you seen him? He disappeared after his mom was eying up your boyfriend,” he snaps, clearly irritated. “Rora went after him, but now we can’t find either of them.”

I shake my head, as Daemon appears, spotting me instantly. “No, I haven’t seen them, but I’ll keep an eye out,” I reply, tapping his shoulder, and rushing away without another word.

There are people everywhere enjoying the fun, but as my eyes land on the entrance of the maze, I know it’s the only option.

Truth or dare, meet hide and fucking seek. Let’s go.

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