an author for giving them something because they want something bigger is a selfish asshole in my opinion!” I said.
“I feel the same way,” he said. “Though I can’t really say that.”
“Why not? Just lay into people on Amazon or something!” I know I do from time to time when I’m pissed off.”
“I wish, but I can’t. Trust me on this one,” he said.
“Whatever. Yelling at people on the Internet is half the fun of being on the Internet!”
“Uh-huh. So we’re finishing the dungeon?”
“Sounds like a plan to me!”
“Can you give me maybe five minutes?”
I smiled as I realized exactly why he probably needed five minutes after that intense session. Hell, I felt like I needed a breather as well. Maybe some time to go back to my room and change my panties. My current pair were thoroughly soaked through and that was going to get uncomfortable here in a few minutes.
“Sure,” I said. “I could do with taking five.”
“Sounds like a plan,” he said.
There was nothing quite as intense as what we experienced after that encounter. We still flirted hot and heavy though, and something had changed between us. Changed for the better. We chatted, but underneath all the flirtation there was something else. There was a warmth that seemed to have settled into the pit of my stomach. There was the knowledge that he wanted me. That he’d seen something he wanted and took it, and it had been so fucking hot! I’d never really been attracted to the bad boy stereotype before, but there was something about this guy that had me going wild in the best possible way.
And so we ended up staying awake until nearly twp in the morning chatting with each other and having a good time, visiting some of our favorite dungeons in the older parts of the game and going on what turned out to be one of the best dates ever, even if it was just in a videogame.
It was crazy, but I was starting to fall for my digital lover. That thought terrified me even as it filled me with warm fuzzies.
10: IRL?
It seemed like a rule of the universe. Something incredible happened between me and Conlan and then he disappeared for several days. Once again I found myself obsessively checking my phone whether I was in class or at work. Once again I was leaving Elassa chat up on my work computer and my home computer. I was constantly refreshing my friends list to see when he was last online. And every time the last time he was online ended up being the last time we chatted. The time we had that magical night where I’d let things go perhaps a little too far, but it’d been so wonderful that I didn’t care.
And then nothing. No contact whatsoever. No word from him, no messages, not even anything from his email even though he had mine thanks to me sending him my manuscript.
I told myself he was busy with work and he’d get in touch with me when he could. And yet there was still that gnawing sense of doubt, that worst-case scenario voice in the back of my head telling me there was no way a guy like that could possibly be interested in me long-term.
That voice grew more insistent as the week wore on with no contact. Almost to the point that it was screaming at me that I’d been ridiculous for thinking anything like a romance could blossom in a fucking video game of all things. He probably just told me what I wanted to hear, blowing smoke up my ass until he got what he wanted, and I’d played right into his hands.
It was a real pain in the ass having a brain that automatically jumped to the worst-case scenario no matter what the scenario happened to be, but it was something I’d learned to live with.
Needless to say after a week of stewing in that worst-case scenario mindset I was pleasantly surprised one evening when I was sitting at an inn in the middle of nowhere and I saw him come online.
My hands were immediately on the keyboard without thinking. And immediately I forced myself to sit still. Forced myself to not say anything.
No,
“I feel the same way,” he said. “Though I can’t really say that.”
“Why not? Just lay into people on Amazon or something!” I know I do from time to time when I’m pissed off.”
“I wish, but I can’t. Trust me on this one,” he said.
“Whatever. Yelling at people on the Internet is half the fun of being on the Internet!”
“Uh-huh. So we’re finishing the dungeon?”
“Sounds like a plan to me!”
“Can you give me maybe five minutes?”
I smiled as I realized exactly why he probably needed five minutes after that intense session. Hell, I felt like I needed a breather as well. Maybe some time to go back to my room and change my panties. My current pair were thoroughly soaked through and that was going to get uncomfortable here in a few minutes.
“Sure,” I said. “I could do with taking five.”
“Sounds like a plan,” he said.
There was nothing quite as intense as what we experienced after that encounter. We still flirted hot and heavy though, and something had changed between us. Changed for the better. We chatted, but underneath all the flirtation there was something else. There was a warmth that seemed to have settled into the pit of my stomach. There was the knowledge that he wanted me. That he’d seen something he wanted and took it, and it had been so fucking hot! I’d never really been attracted to the bad boy stereotype before, but there was something about this guy that had me going wild in the best possible way.
And so we ended up staying awake until nearly twp in the morning chatting with each other and having a good time, visiting some of our favorite dungeons in the older parts of the game and going on what turned out to be one of the best dates ever, even if it was just in a videogame.
It was crazy, but I was starting to fall for my digital lover. That thought terrified me even as it filled me with warm fuzzies.
10: IRL?
It seemed like a rule of the universe. Something incredible happened between me and Conlan and then he disappeared for several days. Once again I found myself obsessively checking my phone whether I was in class or at work. Once again I was leaving Elassa chat up on my work computer and my home computer. I was constantly refreshing my friends list to see when he was last online. And every time the last time he was online ended up being the last time we chatted. The time we had that magical night where I’d let things go perhaps a little too far, but it’d been so wonderful that I didn’t care.
And then nothing. No contact whatsoever. No word from him, no messages, not even anything from his email even though he had mine thanks to me sending him my manuscript.
I told myself he was busy with work and he’d get in touch with me when he could. And yet there was still that gnawing sense of doubt, that worst-case scenario voice in the back of my head telling me there was no way a guy like that could possibly be interested in me long-term.
That voice grew more insistent as the week wore on with no contact. Almost to the point that it was screaming at me that I’d been ridiculous for thinking anything like a romance could blossom in a fucking video game of all things. He probably just told me what I wanted to hear, blowing smoke up my ass until he got what he wanted, and I’d played right into his hands.
It was a real pain in the ass having a brain that automatically jumped to the worst-case scenario no matter what the scenario happened to be, but it was something I’d learned to live with.
Needless to say after a week of stewing in that worst-case scenario mindset I was pleasantly surprised one evening when I was sitting at an inn in the middle of nowhere and I saw him come online.
My hands were immediately on the keyboard without thinking. And immediately I forced myself to sit still. Forced myself to not say anything.
No,
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