Apparently I’ve taken this sneaking into Theo’s room arrangement as an open invitation, because I’m lying on his bed, scrolling mindlessly on my phone when he finally gets home from practice the following week. He doesn’t notice me at first, getting as far as dropping his bag to the floor and tossing his keys on the dresser before his gaze finally lands on me. He damn near jumps out of his skin, spinning in a quick circle before whisper-shouting, “Goddamnit, Madden. Do you have some kind of scare kink you haven’t told me about?” “Depends. Would you be into it?”
