Page 310 of Trick or Stalk

“Presley.”

I smile. “The mask isn't going away.”

He becomes very still.

I probably shouldn't enjoy that, but I do.

“I liked him.”

“I know.”

“Stop looking so smug.”

“Trying not to.”

“You scared the hell out of me.”

“I know.”

“And apparently...” I sigh. “I'm into that.”

His thumb moves over my hand. “I know.” He smiles. “You have a mask kink.”

“I hate you.”

“No, you don't.”

“Don't push it.” My smile widens.

His gaze darkens. “So the mask stays?”

“The mask stays.”

A slow, wicked smile spreads across his face.

There he is.

My stalker.

My psychopath.

My boyfriend?

Jesus Christ. We really need a relationship-status conversation at some point.

“But,” I add.

The smile disappears.

“Rules.”

His brow lifts.

“If the mask comes out, I know it's you.”

“Yes.”

“No pretending otherwise.”