Page 52 of Your Only Fan
“Yeah, but that was never gonna lead anywhere. Besides, I… I prefer you. Even if I haven’t seen your face. Isn’t that the ultimate romance test? Falling for someone when you don’t even know what their eyes look like?”
“Falling? You’re falling… for me?”
Oh, this is worse than I thought. He’s fallen for Mr. X. For CumJunkie.
So what happens when I tell him who I really am? Is he going to freak out? Is he going to panic? Is he going to report me? Or just run off and never talk to me again.
“This was a mistake,” I say, and I push him off me.
I sit up on the bed and grip the sheets under my hands building up the strength inside me for what I’m about to do.
“I-I don’t understand,” he says and sits up behind me, a hand resting on my shoulder.
I lean toward his touch, wanting more than anything to savor this moment. To take a mental picture of it, of the way it makes me feel and the way my heart skips.
“You need to go,” I say, surprising even myself with the control in my voice.
“But… I thought… I don’t understand. What’s wrong?” he asks.
His lips are so close to my ear there’s a shiver running down my spine at his mere whisper. But by whatever God, I push myself off and walk away from the bedroom.
Just before I’m about to close the door behind me, I turn around.
“Please, just go. I’ll be in the bathroom. I… I can’t do this anymore,” I say, and with that, I walk away from him and everything we’ve done the past three months.
I lock myself in the bathroom and look at my reflection in the mirror.
What did I get myself into? Linc was right. I should have put a stop to it a long time ago. But instead, I chose to indulge myself. All the while Ezra was starting to fall for this faceless guy.
Even when he couldn’t see me, he preferred a faceless sex doll to the man he had a crush on for a year.
And what does that say about me? What does it say about him?
This can only end in heartache for the both of us. I can’t tell him who I am. He’ll feel betrayed. He’ll feel cheated.
And it wouldn’t be fair on me if all he wants from me is this mirage I’ve created of Mr. X instead of the real me.
It’s best for both of us that this ends tonight.
