Page 36 of Death, Interrupted
Yeah, if I ever crossed Joey on the street again, I would punch him in the face and in the nuts. What a fucking dick.
My jaw tightened, but I made sure she wouldn’t notice my anger.
“I think I’ll want you to watch me livestream every time in the future.”
That pulled another smile out of her. “Okay.”
“Okay,” I said, grinning. I stepped into the hall and put on my shoes. “I’ll text you once I’ve got it all set up.”
“Okay.” She moved into the doorway, arms crossing over her stomach, then reached out with one hand and hooked two fingers in my sleeve. Her gaze stayed on the fabric for a second before it climbed to my face. “I’d like another hug.”
Her voice was so soft and careful, like she was scared to say them out loud. Another jolt of anger rushed through me, but I suppressed it and replaced itwith happiness.
I stepped in and wrapped my arms around her waist, lifting her just enough to feel her body settle against mine. Her arms came up around my shoulders, and she tucked her face against the crook of my neck. I buried my face into her hair and breathed in her sweet scent.
I kept my hands moving slowly along her back while hers fisted in my hoodie.
We stood there for a long moment without talking before her grip on my hoodie loosened. I didn’t want to move. I wanted to stay with her like this forever, and I wanted to tell her just how good it felt to be around her. My initial feelings toward her hadn’t deceived me. The moment I first saw her, I knew she was special, and without wanting to sound arrogant, I just knew I could give her what she needed.
She eased back first. Her hands fell to her sides, and her eyes held mine with a kind of warmth that not many people held.
Her gaze was a little longing, and still clear about what needed to happen next.
“Drive safe,” she said.
“I will. I’ll text you when I’m home.”
She nodded and took the door with one hand, leaning against it as she slowly closed it. “Good night, Sly.”
“Good night, Sumner.”
Chapter 13
Sumner
Ichanged into sweats and tied my hair up before settling back on my couch with dark chocolate and a bowl of grapes. While I was getting comfortable, Sly had sent me a link to his livestream. I somehow figured out how to open the stream on my TV, so I wouldn’t have to watch it on my phone’s small screen.
When the stream was finally on, I only saw what I assumed was his bedroom. Or maybe he had a gaming room like most streamers. I saw his desk, mic arm, controller, a mug with hisVisorDownlogo, and a couch in the background.
The chair was turned, and while he wasn’t seen on the screen, the chat on the bottom right was already a wall of noise. Emojis, jokes I didn’t understand, and FINALLY’s in all caps appeared. The view count climbed by the second, and I was fascinated by how many people were ready to watch him.
I pulled the blanket over my legs and told myself to relax because the excitement inside of me felt a bit over the top. I had to watch him without turning it into anything else.We’re just friends, I reminded myself.
There was soft music playing in the background, and after another minute of him not showing up on the screen, there was finally a voice calling out from afar.
“Alright, chat, I’m right with you!”
My heart did a stupid little flip at the sound of his voice, and when he appeared—wearing his helmet and the same clothes he had on all day—I felt my body immediately longing for him.
It was a feeling I had tried to suppress since I met him, but deep down I knew I couldn’t ignore it forever.
“What’s up, chat?” he asked, and though I couldn’t see his face, I could hear the smile in his voice. “April says hi.”
That got a laugh out of me, and a lot of opinions from the people in the chat.
The comments exploded.
April supremacy!!!