In a flash, she imagined what would happen if she did, and her body came to life in anticipation.
She’d been drawn to Aidan—or whoever he really was—as if they truly were mates, just like in the comic book.
Was it the comic just screwing with her head? Because, in reality, she didn’t know this guy at all.
But that’s okay, remember? Adds to the fantasy and fun of it all.
She drew in a slow breath. “Maybe we could order in?”
She swore he made some kind of growl of approval beneath that mask.
“Great minds think alike.”
“But can I meet you at your hotel? I feel like I should walk back with my friends and say goodbye. Maybe grab my bag?”
She could sense his smile.
“I’m at the Springhill Suites. Room 208.”
“Got it. Give me an hour, okay?” She typed it into her phone so she’d remember. “Should I come in costume? Or take it off?”
He hesitated, as if he weren’t quite certain he wanted to go back to reality yet, either.
He caught her hand and traced his thumb over her palm.
“If you’re comfortable with it, let’s take them off.”
Her heart quickened, and she gave a nod. Removing the fantasy layer and discovering the man beneath the costume suddenly made it even more exciting.
“Okay.”
He leaned down to whisper in her ear, “I want to look into your eyes before I kiss you next time.”
And just like that, he made everything inside her go liquid at the surprisingly romantic statement.
“Same.” She gave his hand a quick squeeze before walking away on unsteady legs to go meet her friends.
Lucy and the gang understood when she bowed out from dinner, with the excuse of an early flight and having to pack. She didn’t elaborate on the part where she was going to go get it on with Aidan.
Though they weren’t stupid, so they probably knew. But there was no judgment, and she loved them all the more for it.
When she got back to her hotel, she rushed to strip off her costume because she wanted to shower before things got super-hot and heavy tonight.
As she tried to shampoo the green out of her hair, she fantasized about what he’d look like with the mask off.
So many possibilities played in her mind.
Either way, it would be a good thing to see his face. With his mask on, it had been entirely too easy to pretend he was James.
And that was so absolutely screwed up.
That jerk did not deserve the space in her mind. Especially when she was making her O face.
This Aidan cosplayer, whoever he was, was some kind of magic. And she couldn’t wait to see what he looked like.
From the bathroom counter, her phone buzzed from a text.
She debated waiting until her shower was done, but having zero idea on who it could be left her too curious.