Page 33 of Savage Scream

I shift my focus to another window, back further, and the warm glow coming from it.

Is that Jared’s room?

Taking out my phone, I open Jared’s message and respond.

Dee Porter

I’m outside your bedroom window.

I hit send, my heart thrashing even more now, and I’m certain I’m about to have a fucking heart attack.

A moment later, the blind on the window where the warm glow is coming from shifts, and I see the silhouette of a head peeking through before it disappears.

Shit.

I should go.

This was a bad idea.

What if he doesn’t want me here?

I shouldn’t have just shown up uninvited.

What the fuck was I thinking?

I spin on my heel and freeze when I hear my name.

“Dee?”

Shit. Ok. He’s definitely seen me.

I have two options.

Run, or grow a pair of lady balls and turn around.

“Dee.” His voice comes again, closer this time, so I find those lady balls, and turn back to face him.

Biting my lower lip, my cheeks flush as I offer him an awkward half wave, and his lips spread wide in a grin.

“Are you ok?” he asks, stepping closer, away from the glass door that he must have shut behind him. He isn’t wearing a shirt.

Fucking hell, why isn’t he wearing a shirt?

It’s a warm night, I guess. And he’s also inhishouse, so that’s totally normal, right?

I bite my lower lip as my eyes wander down his taut abs, down past his navel, to the grey sweat shorts he’s wearing.

Fuck me. That should be illegal.

“Dee?”

His voice snaps me out of my trance, and my eyes dart back up to his.

“Are you ok?”

I nod, so he nods, too.

“Do you need me to drive you somewhere?” he asks, clearly unsure why I’ve shown up like this.

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