Page 60 of Hide and Seek
His eyes widen with both excitement and fear. “You are?”
“Yes. But remember what I said. Iama villain. If you start something, be sure you want to finish it because I sure as fuck will.”
For a brief moment, I think he’s going to tell me off or freak out, but the corner of his mouth lifts in a smirky smile. “Challenge accepted.”
14
JAX
I’m just steppinginto our room when my phone vibrates in my pocket. Distractedly, I check my notifications as I close the door behind me. I’m expecting to see a text from Xave or Jace or maybe even Felix.
It’s from the app that controls the cameras in Myles’s room.
Ignoring the weird, unsteady feeling in my stomach, I open the app and check the camera feeds. The one on his dresser is still blocked, but he turned the statue away from the wall so it’s facing the room.
Not taking my eyes off the screen, I make a beeline for my bed and sink down on the mattress as I watch a shirtless Myles walk from his desk to his dresser.
Heat pools in my stomach as I take in the long, lean lines of his muscles and the full swell of his ass under the baggy, low-slung gray sweatpants he’s wearing. The little dimples in his back are on full display, and I can’t take my eyes off them as he bends over to pick up a sock he dropped.
It’s been two days since our conversation over the camera, and he’s kept the statue facing the wall ever since. He didn’t,however, move the statue back to his desk and instead kept it on his bedside table.
That means that for the past two nights, I’ve had a front row, or rather a bedside, seat while he got himself off before falling asleep, and then again in the morning. Watching him over the camera was hot. Watching through the window while he jerked off for me was next level, but there’s something especially sexy about only being able to hear him.
The little sighs and bitten-off moans as he started were hot as hell, but listening to his breathing grow heavier and his cries get louder was just as hot as watching him through the window.
I might not have been able to see him, but that didn’t stop me from picturing what he might be doing. Unlike the times I saw him in his room when he was under the sheets, I imagined he was on top of his covers, naked and spread out as he worked his dick and moaned for me.
Hearing him come and the soft, satisfied moans that were exactly like the ones I heard that night in the woods are what tipped me over the edge, and I came only seconds after he did.
Why did he turn the camera around now? I glance at the time on my phone. It’s four-twenty-two, and about eleven minutes until sunset.
My cock throbs as more of that heat gathers low in my stomach. Does he want to play hide and seek again?
Myles doesn’t pay the camera any attention as he walks between his desk and dresser a few times, just puttering around, then disappears out of the frame for about a minute. He reappears with his sneakers in one hand and a lightweight running shirt in the other.
Grinning at my phone like a dumbass, I go to the wardrobe near my bed and pull out a black sweater with an oversized hood, a black t-shirt, and a pair of lightweight black pants as Myles goes to his dresser and gets out a set of running pants.
Keeping my phone in view, I pull off my hoodie and plain white tee, then kick off my shoes and strip off my jeans. Myles is just shoving his feet into his sneakers when I finish getting dressed, and I tie up my boots as he slips his keys and ID card into his running belt.
I’m expecting him to grab his water bottle and leave, but he walks right up to the camera and leans down so he’s eye level with it.
“Catch me if you can,” he taunts and gives the camera a challenging smirk.
A strange, primal energy fills me, and I have to actively stop myself from rushing out of my room and sprinting all the way over to Boone House so I can do exactly what he dared me to.
Anticipation is half the fun, and more of that energy flows through me as I go to my wardrobe and pull out a coil of nylon rope and attach it to my belt with a carabiner. I slip a few other goodies in my pockets, then hurry out of my room with a smile on my lips.
Game on.
The empty paths and streets are a welcome sight as I run across campus. My heart is already pounding, but not from exertion. I wasn’t sure he’d want to play again, especially after my warning. I held back last time, but I won’t be doing that tonight.
Keeping to the shadows so I don’t draw attention to myself just in case someone happens to be out, I race down the many shortcuts I’ve learned over the years and try to calculate how far along the path Myles is. I’ve watched him run for weeks, and I know his patterns, but something tells me he’s not keeping track of his pace or progress right now. That makes it harder to predict his behavior, which makes the game so much better.
The run to his dorm should take about fifteen minutes. I get there in less than ten thanks to my eager pace and the lack of people getting in my way.
I stop when I’m outside the boundary of Boone House and tilt my head to the side as I listen for any signs that he’s around. Based on how fast he can run, I’m guessing he’s long past my position, but I need to be smart about this and track him instead of just trying to intercept him.
Catching him is only part of the fun. The real excitement comes from the seeking and chasing aspect of the game.
