Haunting-Adeline

phone is lit up in my discarded jeans, buzzing wildly.
Fuck. Daya.
I scramble up and towards the phone, clenching my teeth from the feel
of him sliding out of me. My thumb trembles violently as I click the green
bu on on my screen.
“Hello?” I answer, wincing when I hear how shaky and hoarse my voice
is.
“Where the fuck are you?” she shouts through her receiver, her own
voice trembling and full of anger.
“I got lost, and my cell recep on has been spo y,” I lie sheepishly, not
willing to admit what really happened. Ignoring Zade's presence, I scramble
to pull my clothes on. Cringing both from the yelling in my ear and the
slickness trailing down my thighs.
“The park is closed, Addie! I got kicked out already, and they said that
the House of Mirrors had already been cleared out. The stupid asshole
security guard didn’t believe me when I said you didn’t come out. I’ve been
worried fucking sick.”
Just as I slip on my shoes, a mu ered, “shit,” sounds from behind me,
drawing my a en on.
Zade is staring at his phone, his face is cast in a severe expression.
He's wearing nothing but his black boots and undone jeans slung low,
giving a mouthwatering view of the defined V disappearing beneath the
fabric.
Daya's ran ng fades to the background as my a en on snags.
The light from his phone accentuates the muscles straining against his
smooth flesh, the scars and the black, intricate ta oos only adding to his
savagery.
The veins threading throughout his hands and arms are bulging and
goddamn, if I wasn’t already leaning against a mirror, I’d collapse from how
devasta ng he looks right now.
That masterpiece of jagged scars and rough edges fucked me into
oblivion and vowed that I’d have his babies one day. I can’t breathe.
“Addie, I swear to fu—"
“I… I’ll be right out, Daya. I’m so sorry,” I respond, forcing my gaze away
back to my surroundings, trying to gather my bearings.
Which is really hard to do in a house of a million mirrors.