Page 31 of Thirst Trap
Why are you even awake this late?
There was a pause. Then anotherping.
helmetdaddy_xo:
Watching you.
Her smile faltered. She glanced toward her window.
“…you’re such a creep,” she muttered, half amused, half unsettled.
Still, she tugged the curtain aside slowly. Across the street, under the dim glow of a flickering lamppost, a black motorbike leaned idle. And against it helmet off, dark hair messy, phone in hand stood Lucas.
He raised a hand in a casual wave.
Her mouth dropped open. Her phone buzzed again.
helmetdaddy_xo:
Hi.
Maddison pressed her lips together, glaring out the window.
“You absolute creep.”
He smirked.
She didn’t close the curtain.
Her phone lit again.
Lucas:
Come down. Back to my place.
She arched her brow, typing with deliberate slowness.
Maddison:
You finally gonna stop being weird about this?
Lucas:
No promises.
She bit her lip, already grabbing her keys.
***
Street – Night
Maddison stepped out of her building in an oversized hoodie and slippers, barefaced, hair messy, still managing to look like sin in soft cotton. She crossed the street without hesitation.
“Didn’t think you had it in you, Creams,” she teased.
Lucas’s eyes never left hers, his voice low, deliberate. “I didn’t either. Until you.”
She climbed onto the bike, arms slipping around his waist. No helmet. No hesitation.
