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CHAPTER 1
Matt
I LIED TO Hannah about the picture
I lied to her about a lot of things
No relationship should be built on lies, but I was in no relationship--at least not with Hannah She was a girl I irlfriend, who shared ot the scraps
"No pictures," I told Hannah on Skype "No specifics, no last na I don’t want to know you, and I don’t want you to know ether online, that’s it I’ partner"
"Got it," she replied
I re if she was hurt It was i there with no tone
Hannah broke two of my rules within a month when she sent me an email from her personal address,
[email&160;protected]
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Beside the elared at the tiny square ie, then at her last naotten on Skype and chewed her out then and there, but I didn’t I clicked on the picture, which took e
She earing a strapless crea the neckline Deep cleavage disappeared into the lace Her skin was incredibly pale, flawless, and her hair fell in thick black-brown curls around her face She wore dark-rie an air kiss at the camera At me
I should have closed theimmediately
Instead, I stared at Hannah’s picture--and stared at it--until I felt nore it, but the longer I looked at Hannah’s picture the harder I got She was beautiful And I was furious with her, for foisting her picture and last nas and closedabout Hannah
The first time was a week before Bethany had just left on a tour of Brazil I could have joined her, but I had no desire to sightsee in South America with Bethany’s parents in tow
I foundwith Hannah every day
It was late--about 2:00 aone to bed That meant Hannah was alone in their baseuest bedrooraphs," I typed, "but don’t worry about replying tonight Aren’t you tired?"
LittleBird: Not yet I haven’t been sleeping well
LittleBird was Hannah’s Skype na I don’t know, htOwl: Well damn
We were in unknown territory with this conversation As a rule, we dialogued about our collaborative story and nothing else
Our story was an ongoing fantasy We emailed pieces back and forth That was hoepartners
Hannah’s character was a human with supernatural powers and mine was a demon
She was Lana I was Cal
LittleBird: Sometimes I shtOwl: Is that right
LittleBird: Yeah Shrugs Mick smokes 24/7 and drinks every day too I’al here
My stoalized ton God, did Hannah live in my state? Why did that possibility have al here too I’ent No Specifics
I s to volunteer her whereabouts I deserved that
NightOwl: I’m allowed to break htOwl: What? Ask what?
LittleBird: Oh please Matt You’re waiting for htOwl: Then tell ut Washington, not Colorado
NightOwl: Ah I’ve never been out that way
LittleBird: You should visit sohtOwl: Your boyfriend sounds like a real charmer
LittleBird: Lol Sure Doesn’t er Brb
Hannah was gone for ten htOwl: Wb Are you okay?
LittleBird: Yeah, I’ more coAfter I typed it, I stared at the words for anotherhtOwl: So what are you wearing?
LittleBird: Lol! All the walls are cohtOwl: Haha God, sorry I have no idea why I just typed that Ignore that Such a creeper right now
LittleBird: No, it was funny, that’s all You’re not a creeper, trust ahtOwl: Well, whatever
I feltour first actual conversation and I asked what she earing
I, a successful and very taken twenty-eight-year-old man, had become the equivalent of a horny fourteen-year-old Real smooth
LittleBird: Matt, I said trust me You are -not- a creeper You’re like the anti-creeper That’s why I laughed It’s like suddenly Mr "I’ for friends so don’t piss me off with details about your life" wants to knohat I’ Do you still want to know?