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I heard footsteps approaching on the other side of the door, and the lock came unlatched as the wind picked up at my back, blowing some of the rain onto me and the doorway. I stepped closer to the gap the door made as it swung open, shielding the person answering it from the weather as best as I could. I guessed this was where being tall for my age came in handy.

And the moment I locked on to a familiar set of blue eyes and blonde hair, I couldn’t help the smirk that grew on my face.

Well, hello, Alexandra07. What are the fucking odds?

I wasn’t sure if her eyes went wide from recognition from my photos on the app or my makeup, but thinking back to the images I had shared on there, I was betting it was from the makeup.

Chapter 5

Lexi

Pulling out the takeoutmenu from the drawer, I picked up the phone and dialed the number for Ghouls. Not only were their pizzas banging, but I absolutely loved the aesthetic of the place. Even their menu was Halloween-themed.

“You’ve reached Ghouls Pizza. What horror can we delight you with tonight?” a perky girl said after answering the phone.

“Hello. I need a large Don’t Walk Alone with extra bacon.” I sounded bitchy, and I knew it wasn’t this poor girl’s fault, but I was still so agitated with what had happened on the app that I couldn’t hide it.

“S-sure! Is that everything?” she responded.

“Yep.”

“That’ll be eighteen ninety-nine. Can I get your card number?”

I read it off, and she told me it should be here within forty minutes.

“Thanks.”

With that, I hung up and grabbed a fresh bottle of merlot from the wine fridge. I poured an extra-full glass and made my way back out to the living room. It was a little cooler in the housenow, so I walked over to my gas fireplace under the TV and turned it on. I always enjoyed watching the flames flicker and dance. Even in my coldest moments in life, lighting a candle or a fire always brought a smile to my face—thinking that something so delicate, which could be put out at any moment, shone so brightly in every dark situation. That thought had given me a lot of strength as I made my way through the world as a single young mother.

I heard my phone vibrate on the side table next to the couch, so I went and sat down, grabbing it. And my mood instantly soured.

A message from FreakishStrings.

Oh, hello, Mr. Turn On and Take Off. What could you want now?

FreakishStrings

Hey, baby girl. Sorry I dipped like that, but I’m here now. Finish where we left off?

“Are you shitting me?” I sat there, my mouth gaped as I read it again.

I couldn’t believe the nerve on FreakishStrings. First, he’d disappeared with no warning or explanation for a half hour after he just made me shove my fingers into my pussy. Then, he’d had the nerve to pop back like nothing had really happened.

If that’s the kind of girl he’s looking to mess around with—someone who just sits around like a doll, waiting for her puppet master to come back—he’s talking to the wrong woman.

I groaned as I angrily tapped my reply and hit Send. I closed the app and turned off notifications for it.

“You do not need a stupid, hot, annoying, entitled young man getting you pissed off the first night you’ve had alone in two months.”

I drank my glass of wine as I waited for my pizza to arrive. I should probably slow down a bit, but it would be fine as soon as I got some food in me. That would fix the slight buzz I had.

Suddenly, my doorbell rang. It was a deep, calming sound that carried around the house. I loved my custom doorbell.

I hopped up from my seat and walked over to the front door. Unlocking the knob, I swung the door open, only to be met by a looming shadow and a blast of wind and some rain splatter.

The man I saw in front of me sent shivers up my spine—inallthe right ways. He was tall, and his abdomen looked tight, judging from the way his damp T-shirt clung to his torso. As I raked my eyes up his body to his face, my breath caught. He had the sexiest skeleton face paint I had ever seen—and trust me, I had a Pinterest board dedicated to gorgeous men in spooky makeup. Water dripped from the edge of his hood and his leather jacket, but all I could see were those gray eyes looking back at me.

Those have got to be contacts, right? Because there is no way someone like this actually exists.