I hurry back to the apartment, wondering how long I’ve been gone. I push the door open, then promptly drop the frozen peas.
Silas grins at me, shirtless, slightly toned chest glimmering in the sunlight pouring in through the dirty windows. His pants are slung wantonly low on his hips, and I can’t help thinking about the drawings I left behind, the way non-Silas’s abs looked nearly identical to real Silas’s, and therefore everything might look identical . . . My face flushes and I exhale shakily.

Author: Jackson Pearce