He groans again, and I nearly come undone at the sound. I have to stop Jaxon’s name from escaping my lips, yet it doesn’t feel right to use the fake name he gave me. I don’t want Josh. I don’t want anyone else.

I want Jaxon.

I want Jaxon kissing me. I want Jaxon touching me. I want Jaxon to make love to my body.

My heart and mind race, each one pulling me in opposite directions.

His deep voice cuts into my thoughts. “I want you to come for me, Raegan. I want to hear you.”

This isn’t part of the game. It’s wrong. It makes no sense. But right now, I don’t care. Without another thought, I let go. I fall over the edge, and Jaxon comes with me. We’re moaning and panting, diving into ecstasy together.

When it’s over, we’re quiet. I guess this is the phone sex version of cuddling.

Realization sets in for the both of us. He’s pretending to be someone else, and I’m pretending I don’t know who he really is.

“Raegan?”

“Yeah?”

“That was … that was … wow.”

I smile. “I know.”

“I can’t wait to see you Friday.”

Me too, Jaxon. Me too.

Jaxon

Holy fuck, that just happened.

Days Left Until Summer Break: 117

Raegan

“You do realize you’re not actually going on a date, right?” Becca asks.

I chose to get ready at her place so she could help with my hair and make-up. “I want to look good when I burst Jaxon’s bubble. I’m catfishing a catfisher. Maybe I should’ve called Nev. I could be famous.”

“I still can’t understand why he’d create a fake Match account. You’re obviously going to find out it’s him when you go on this date. It doesn’t make sense.”

“I can’t understand anything that man does.”

“Are you going to hear him out first? Are you going to tell him you knew it was him this whole time? I wish I could be a fly on the wall.”

“Want me to bring Mia’s walkie talkies?”

Becca’s eyes widen. “Really?”

“No.” I swipe my bottom lip with clear gloss and press my lips together. “Done. How do I look?”

“He’s going to die when he sees you in that dress. You look amazing, Rae.”

I treated myself to a new outfit for tonight: a tight, black, long-sleeve dress that stops just above mid-thigh, paired with black ankle boots. The dress is low-cut, but there’s a sheer overlay covering my chest. Cleavage with class. It was a little on the expensive side, but totally worth every penny. I need Jaxon to feel the magnitude of his mistake when he watches me walk away in this dress.

Maybe I’ll finally get my slow-motion walking scene!