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“Well, don’t you look like a pig in shit,” Fran said as I walked to the kitchen for a glass of water. She surprised me. I thought she had been off running errands.

“Huh?”

“Pig. Shit. Happy… or is it mud? I don’t know. You just look like you won the lotto.” She arched a thin eyebrow. “Did you? Because I have a Venmo account now. I had to make one for bingo club. Apparently, Cheyanne stopped using cash years ago. Something about being allergic to the paper, which I think is bullshit.”

“Who’s Cheyanne?”

“She’s the one who buys us all the drinks. Anyway, I had no idea sending—andreceiving—money was so easy. Who woulda thunk?”

I chuckled at that. “Welcome to the future.” I spread my hands across the air and looked up at the ceiling.

“Love it here.” Fran went back to reading whatever she had on her phone before looking back up. “Oh! Before I forget, I don’t want you to see the footage later and be surprised, but I had to go into your room earlier. I was looking for the remote. Thought you might have taken it by accident.”

“Did I?”

“Nope,” she said with a laugh. “It was in my room the entire time.”

“And you’re callingmethe remote thief. Wow.”

“Sorry, sorry. I need to be taking my vitamins. This brain of mine is getting flimsy.”

“And by vitamins?—”

“I mean weed. Yes. Nature’s green boost.”

I smiled at her and started toward my room. “Let me know if you want to smoke and watch some silly movies later. I’m just going to go online for a bit, and then I’ll be free.”

Fran gave me a nod and a thumbs-up. I went to my room and closed the door. I could hear her do the same, likely going to her room for a nap. I wasn’t sure if she did that out of respect for me or if it was just a coincidence. She’d often disappear whenever I streamed, even though I made sure to not be loud or obvious in any way.

…Maybe she was sneaking off to watch me?

That made me chuckle. What a gag it would have been if she was actually Nomad. Now,thatwould have been a complete and utter shock.

Chapter21

Benji Morrison

Benji

“Come on, Lucky, I’ve got some business to handle today.”

Lucky glanced up at me with a sassy side-eye before going back to leisurely sniffing at the suspicious-looking stain on the concrete. I gently tugged him away and continued on our morning walk around the city block.

It was a perk I found that came with owning a dog. You were forced to go outside for at least two short intervals a day. Vitamin D and a change of scenery were welcome when the alternative was staying locked up inside, fighting the urge to kick lunch off with two shots and a jerk-off session to some of Eli’s old clips.

Fucking hell.

Eli.

He’d streaked into my life like a comet slamming into the surface of the Earth. I wasn’t entirely sure I’d survive the impact, but one that Iwascertainly sure of?

I was falling for Eli. Hard.

I wasn’t supposed to fall for him. I was supposed to protect him. But somewhere between the fear and the fire, I lost control.

That news may not have been extremely surprising, considering I had been admiring him ever since I came across his online profile, but I hadn’t actually thought I’d meet with him in person. That idea had felt like such a fantasy. Such an impossibility. Eli was someone inside my laptop who liked to show off and play with himself for hundreds of others to watch. Sure, I had made a connection with him through my NightOwl account, but he didn’t know that was me.

I didn’t think… I mean, Ihoped, but I didn’t think I’d actually get a chance to meet him in person. To kiss him, touch him, fuck him.

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