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He crosses his arms over his chest and takes another step back. “I’m going to close my eyes and count to ten.”
Like a sexy, twisted, game of hide and seek.
I’m so into it, my thighs clench together at just the thought of being chased and caught.
“One.”
With a deep breath, I run.
I head to the stairs leading up first, taking three of them with heavy footfalls before retracing my steps quietly and coming back to the main room.
“Two.”
I glance up at his word and find that he’s turned to face me. I can just make out his hands covering his eyes, the image of him standing there, silhouetted against the storm-lashed windows makes the perfect horror movie scene.
I run toward the kitchen and then back to the glass doors, dragging my hand across the pane and causing him to turn in my direction once more.
“Three.”
I run in a circle around the living room, barely avoiding crashing into end tables and discarded flip-flops. I make my way up a few stairs again before stopping dead and tiptoeing back down, across the living room, and to the stairs leading to the lower level.
“Four.”
I glance up as I creep downward, my last glimpse of Ben before slipping out of sight down the stairs is his back. He’s still facing the stairs leading up.
I think I got him.
I creep the rest of the way down to the lower level and glance nervously around in the dark.
“Five.”
His voice echoing through the house makes me jump slightly. Is it louder than it was before? Does he know I'm further away?
I’m only partially familiar with the layout of this floor. Other than the gym and the hallway that leads off the main room to the bathroom, I don’t know what’s down here.
Ben does, though.
He’s definitely got the upper hand.
“Six.”
Shit. I’ve gotta make a move.
I decide to stick with what I know, making my way down the hallway across from the exterior doors toward the bathroom. Once inside, I creep into the shower as quietly as I can, pulling the curtain closed and crouching down. I’m on the side closest to the door, figuring I might be able to escape if he comes in here.
“Seven.”
Fuck! He’s definitely on the lower level with me. I thought I tricked him into thinking I went upstairs, but I guess not.
“Eight.”
I hold my breath. I don’t want to get caught right away, but I’m not exactly sure why.
As soon as he catches me, the game gets even better, but there’s something about the thrill of crouching here in this cold, hard bathtub that has my heart racing. I never want this game to end.
“Nine.”
He hasn’t come down the hallway toward the bathroom. Maybe he thinks I went into the gym or hid in one of the closets in the main living space.
