Page 194 of Love Me Stalk Me
That tiny black box, still peeking out from my bag despite my efforts to bury it. Like it knows what it's made for. I groan, running a hand down my face. I should put it away. Should shove it back to the bottom of my bag, hide it in the depths of my purse like it's some shameful secret.
Instead, I just...stare at it.
Because Amanda is totally using Chad right now. She literally told me she was going to. And she's right throughthe damn wall. So really, what's the harm in me doing the same? I mean, it's not like I've been in the mood for anything like this recently.
But tonight? And after last night with Cal?
I finally feel a little bit like myself again. After everything that happened with Evan, after everything that was almost stolen from me that night, I don't want to let him take anything else. Don't want to let him rob me of pleasure, of desire, of the simple joy of wanting and being wanted.
I bite my lip, grabbing the box.
Lift it.
Look at it.
It's nice.
Amanda wasn't kidding.
This isn't some cheap Amazon buy with a three-star rating and questionable battery life. It's sleek, all black matte silicone and gold metal accents, the kind of thing you'd expect to see in one of those high-end, aesthetic sex stores in SoHo where everything is displayed like fine art and the salespeople talk about pleasure with the reverent tones of sommeliers discussing rare vintages.
I swallow hard, running my fingertips over the smooth surface. The silicone is soft against my skin, warm to the touch in a way that feels almost alive.
Jesus.
My breath shudders out, my whole body buzzing from wine and warmth and bad, bad decisions waiting to happen. The room feels too warm now, my skin sensitive beneath my clothes, my heart beating just a little faster than it should. I nestle into the guest bed, pulling the covers up over my lap, set my empty wine glass down on the nightstand with careful precision, and grab my phone.
My thumb hovers over the screen, hesitating at the edge of a decision I know I might regret in the morning but can't bring myself to resist tonight.
Then, before I can overthink it, before sobriety or sense can intervene, I open up Obsess AI.
And type?—
Hello, Caleb.
NOW CHATTING WITH CALEB
Pretty Girl
hello, caleb
Caleb
Hey, pretty girl.
Haven’t heard from you in a while. I was worried.
sorrrrry
i waz busy being a human burrito of sadness but im better now!
alsooooo i miiiiight b a little drunk rn soooo dont judge
I would never.
You’re out with Amanda?
howd u kno? u stalking me??
