Page 40 of The Invite
My stomach does a flip.
How fitting and smug and sohim.
Once again, I hesitate whether or not to check out his profile. My thumb hovers above his name. What if he finds out I’m nosing around?
Let sleeping dogs lie, Nessa.
This will be nothing but poking the beast. Sighing in frustration, I throw my phone to the side and shut off the bedside lamp I left on before sliding under the covers. Closing my eyes, I try to catch some much-needed sleep.
One second.
Two.
Three.
“Ugh,” I grumble and snatch my phone. With quick fingers, I find Maverick again and without losing courage, click on Augustus’s username.
I’m too far gone to stop or have any self-preservation.
His page pops up and what I see has me sitting up against the headboard and swallowing a shot of lust.
He’s your student!
The pulse between my legs doesn’t seem to care about my brain’s warning because I’m riveted by Augustus’s perfectly sculpted body straddling a powerful sports bike. His face is shielded in a helmet as herides up a hill.
My stomach hollows out whenever his body and bike dip sideways on a narrow turn. Though there is no fear visible in his bones.
Scrolling to the next, he’s doing a scary stunt in an underground tunnel. When he raises his hands in the air while standing and only balancing the lethal bike with his feet, I’m awestruck.
Danger shouldn’t be so alluring.
I swipe upward and frown when there is no other clips. Despite this, he has over a million followers.
Is he that popular? How and why?
Opening his profile picture, he’s in the ski mask of that awful night. My thighs press together when those sinister and cocky eyes peer into mine.
Anybody may not recognize him by his eyes but I always will.
After all, it was the first feature I noticed about him and the same one I used to uncover his identity. Not that he made it difficult.
In his bio, there’s a link. There’s no hesitation as I click on it, but I’m weirdly disappointed and highly intrigued when it leads to a locked website. A passcode is required to open it.
In order to receive it, I have to sign up with my email.
No fucking way I’m doing that.
Closing the tab, I return to his page and watch his videos again. On repeat. Like a damn fool. Or a silly little girl with a crush.
Since apparently I’ve become stupid, I accidentally save his video.
“No!” I gasp out loud. I quickly unsave it and close my phone.
It vibrates a second later.
Don’t pick it up. Don’t. Don’t.
I pick my phone and there’s a DM from him.
