My Monster
normal.
My phone buzzes against the dresser, and I reach for it, frowning when I see that I'm getting a video call from an unknown number.
A new text message slides across the screen, and butterflies swarm my belly.
'Pick up the call, sweetheart.'
Kaziel. It has to be him.
With shaky fingers, I swipe to answer the call.
The instant his face fills the screen, my heart skips a beat. He's shirtless, his beautiful tattoos standing proudly on his skin. His hair looks a little messy, like he's been running his fingers through the strands.
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