Just go have some normal, college fun.
You can figure out if you want to strangle Colson or fuck him senseless at a later time.
“Maybe I’ll take more than just one drink.”
15
Rayne
I’m alone in the Onyx House reading room when I get Hunter’s text.
Each wall of the small sitting room is lined with tall, dark shelves full of books, and it’s one of the coziest places in the house.
The first text I get from Hunter is simple.
You really want to know me?
Something stirs inside me.
What the fuck does he mean by that?
The texts that follow in the next hour or two begin to paint a darker picture.
I did bad things, Colson. Is that what you want to know about?
Yes. Why wouldn’t I?
Because there are some things you’re betteroff not knowing.
He must be drinking.
I roll my eyes at the text, but knowing Hunter, he’s dead serious.
Sometimes there reallyarethings I wish I didn’t know.
Sometimes, the truth breaks my fucking heart.
Like with Weston.
And things I couldn’t have dreamed about his childhood.
But there’s a darker urge inside me, now, too. An urge that Hunter brings out in me, every time.
Because I do want to live in his world.
I’ve been curious for half of my fucking life about what Hunter’s world is like. It’s terrifying, but the more time I spend with Hunter, I only want more of him.
When he left our bedroom earlier, I wanted to yank him back in. Shove him onto my bed. Make him talk, or make him fuck. Any way I could get to him.
And that’s why something is certifiably wrong with me.
The glow of my phone shines out at me in the dark room. I haven’t bothered to turn on any lights in the reading room since the sun went down, and now I’m here in the darkness.
I reach for one of the small old Victorian-style lamps on an oak end table, pulling the gold chain and letting a small pool of light into the room.
Some of the other guys are outside grilling food and having some beers near the ping pong table in our back courtyard, and a few others are upstairs chilling on their own.
I grip my phone.
