Saying that you were enjoying yourself would be the worst lie of the century. There's no denying that you feel like this work meeting has been going on for an excruciatingly long amount of time – and it looks like it won't be ending anytime soon, either.

You hate these wasted afternoons. You could — heck, you should! – be out there, fighting Wanderers and making a difference. But no, you had matters to discuss, things to revise... basically lots of yapping. A quiet sigh escapes your lips and, as if on cue, your phone vibrates in your pocket.

Jeez, I forgot to turn it off. You discreetly reach for it and glance at the barely illuminated screen. You're not really surprised to read Sylus' contact name on it. He happens to text you more often these days, and you wonder if it's because he misses you. You sure do. Not like you'd admit it out loud.

The preview of the message he sent makes you curious. "Hey, Kitten. I have a question."

You decide to open it, so you can read the rest, too. Not the smartest choice, apparently, because you have to suffocate a gasp by pressing your lips in a thin line. What the actual—?!

"Hey, Kitten. I have a question. Have you been touching yourself while thinking about me, lately?"