“I’d also have the camera aimed at my chest when you answer,” he adds. “Now what was your Halloween costume, so I know what winged creature I can expect to be hot for in the future.”

“A slutty fairy.”

He groans, and I laugh, sitting beside the rest of my costume.

“I’m even more devastated you didn’t let me see it all.” His camera shifts to expose the base of his throat, then it looks like he stands up. The view flips as he moves down a hallway.

“Where are you taking me?”

“My bed.” He walks into a dark room and switches on a lamp, bathing a white comforter in the soft light.

“Here I’ve been settling for your balcony view,” I say.

“Mmm. Is that what you want? Because I had something else in mind.” He rounds the bed, the camera staying on a dark, shaggy rug. “Can I show you, Remi?”

He hits my name low and gravelly and in a way that has me saying, “Yes,” without a thought.

I have no idea what I’m expecting, but my mouth curves up when he lifts his phone a little to a thick black belt on the rug with what looks like a fake sword and red bandana. Then he keeps going up, and my heart stutters. The feet of a free-standing mirror appear, fitted black jeans reflecting with the bed behind him.

“What are you doing?” I whisper.

“I’m showing you my costume.” His black shirt is loosely tucked, and those open laces dip below his sternum. He has his elbows bent, both hands holding his phone. It blocks most of the exposed part of his chest, but I’ll take the flexed forearms and broad shoulders as a trade. He stops there with almost all of him on the screen.

“You’re a pirate.” I’m breathing faster, more focused on the parts of him than the costume.

“A sexy pirate,” he corrects.

The image starts creeping higher again until his Adam’s apple comes into view. The tiniest bit of a sharp jaw appears at the top of the screen. My fingers tighten on my phone as he pauses.

“And unlike you, I’m going to use the mirror the right way.”

It’s my only warning before he flicks the rest of the way up, and even with a mask over his eyes and almost half his face concealed, I don’t stand a fucking chance against him. Dark hair unruly in the way it falls. He has unfair lashes framing light eyes that cut through the screen.

“I’m not really breaking the no-face rule if you can’t see all of mine, am I?”

“I guess you’re not.”

Foster smirks with plush lips, causing my entire body to react.

And the fever of him consumes me.