Page 103 of The Lies We Steal

So my question was what the hell was she doing?

I walk towards the bathroom, the door is cracked slightly, just enough to let the light escape.

“It’s not polite to take showers at people’s homes without inviting them first.” I say loudly.

When I don’t hear a reply I move a little faster, pressing the door completely open and finding it empty, even the glass shower is void of the person who had been here just moments ago.

What the fuck?

Only when I see the mirror above the sink am I rewarded with the location of my missing house guest.

Come Find Me.

It reads in the fog of the glass, soft, delicate handwriting that makes excitement flush my system.

This is the game she wanted to play? In my territory?

What a stupid move for a smart girl.

I turn the shower off, walking back to the kitchen to toss my jacket onto the kitchen island with my phone and begin my search. I know she didn’t go up the stairs because she would’ve had to walk past me to make it into the foyer. Which leaves the back portion of the house fair play.

A low whistle finds itself falling from my lips as I take my time. I’m in no rush to find my little thief. I search each room checking behind doors, beneath beds in the spare rooms.

There is no spot left unturned when I leave it.

When I find her I want her breath to be held, hands over her mouth as she attempts to stop even the slightest of sounds from falling past her lips. I want her heart to be racing with adrenaline and her skin to be flushed from the mixture of fear and excitement.

The sound of my boots echo off the walls as I work my way towards what used to be my favorite place in the home.

I push the door open with my fingertips, the untouched office instead consisting of a desk, some thrown around books and older than dirt coffee table. The glass dome covering this portion of the house allowed the stars and moon to shine in the room.

I looked out at the forest around my house, so dark that it would be impossible to see what was creeping behind the trees. Anything could see us inside of here.

Even in the scarce lighting I spot what looks like a shoelace peeking out from underneath the side of the desk, like someone is kneeling beneath it, trying to hide from all the monsters outside.

As quietly as I can, I creep up to the side of the desk, stopping my whistle, right before I slam my palm on the top of it, dipping down to look beneath a smirk on my lips until I see there is nothing there.

I furrowed my eyebrows, confused for a second. Her Converse sat face down on the edge of the desk, a trick I should have thought of. I just don’t put two and two together well, I do when I feel hands squeeze my sides,

“Boo.” She whispers quietly, “How do you like being scared, Alistair?”

Turning in her hands, looking down at the grin on her face, my eyebrow lifts slightly,

“That was you trying to scare me?” My fingers rest beneath her chin, tilting her head up towards me as I lean down, “You’re gonna have to do better than that, Little Thief.”

And I do the one thing I’d been dying to do since I saw her in the stands at The Graveyard. The only thing I wanted for my birthday.

I press my mouth to hers, molding us together and tasting her on my tongue immediately.

I take her head between my hands, pulling her into me more so I can taste her deeper. My tongue moving inside of her mouth, I planned on pushing her onto the desk, spreading her legs and tasting her second set of lips, but she had other plans apparently.

With much more force than I anticipated, she presses her hands into my chest, pushing me backwards. Instinctively, I reach behind me, feeling for something solid to fall onto and finding the armrest of the swivel chair.

I’m seated looking up at her, as she stands between my legs looking a lot like the kind of trouble I want to get lost in. The moon highlights the right side of her body, showing me all the parts of her I want to touch.

The way her low-rise jeans sit below her hip bones, her tight shirt wrapped around her breast in a way that made them look heavy and supple, I notice her nipples are hard, noticeable through the material of her shirt.

My jaw and cock strained at the same time. Thinking about all the other men that might have seen her like that. Nipples erect from the cold, flushed from the air. I wanted to rip out the eyes of men I didn’t even know, just for glancing at her like this.

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