Page 53 of Touch Me Not

Lily: Fine. Arabella.

Nikoli: Arabella?

Lily: Game account.

A game account? She was a gamer? He’d never seen the name. She probably played those girly Facebook games. Farmer Lily. He chuckled at the thought as he searched Arabella. Six popped up.

Nikoli: Which 1?

Lily: Girl with the finger to her lips.

Her Discord had a provocative picture? So many things about her didn’t make sense to him. She had a severe issue with being touched, but her Discord profile picture oozed sex? He shook his head and sent her a contact request.

And waited.

And waited.

Nikoli: FFS, Lily, accept the damn request.

Lily: My Discord isn’t open.

He rolled his eyes in frustration and let out a long-suffering sigh.

Nikoli: Then open the fucking app!

Lily: Hold your damn horses.

Nikoli: I’m about 2 come over there.

Lily: Sheesh!

His eyes roamed back to the screen to see she accepted, but her status was set to “away.” His eyes narrowed. Such a liar. Her Discord had been open the whole time; she’d been messing with him.

He hit video call and waited and waited and waited until it hung up. Damn that woman. He sent her a private message.

Nikoli: Answer the damn call!

Lily: Busy!

Nikoli: I’m getting in my car and coming over there right now.

He hit the video call button again, and she answered before the first ring finished. Her irritated face greeted him, and he laughed. She looked pissed.

“What the hell do you want, Nikoli?” she asked. “I’m trying to study.”

“I just wanted to see your smiling face,” he said, the laughter in his voice apparent. She sounded so grumpy.

“There, you’ve seen it, I need to?—”

“Now, now, my little prude,” he interrupted. “It’s either talk with me here or I come pick you up. Your choice.”

The glare she gave him rivaled the one he’d just leveled at Luther.

“Fine,” she huffed. “What do you want to talk about?”

“You.”

“Me? Why?”

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