I’m watching reporter bitch drive off when my phone pings.

My heart flutters and I click the Temptation app so quick I’m surprised my fingers don't go up in smoke.

I never in a million years thought I’d join a site that’s primarily used for hookups and cheaters, but curiosity got the best of me when I received an e-mail two weeks ago telling me my membership was now activated and they were charging me two hundred bucks.

Normally I would have discarded it, but two things stopped me. One—it was addressed to Cain. And two—the PayPal email they were withdrawing the funds from was mine.

Needless to say, I was livid. I hit reply and told them the person they were looking for was my stepfather—not me. I figured I’d never hear back from them and I’d have to tell Cain to take care of it, but to my surprise, the app developer wrote back almost immediately, apologized for the mix-up, and then offered me a free yearly membership for all the trouble.

When I explained that—according to their terms and conditions—I wasn’t even old enough to use the app since I wasn’t eighteen yet, he said he wouldn’t tell anyone if I wouldn’t.

Then he sent me the private link to download the app.

As far as dating sites go, it’s pretty basic with a straightforward layout. There are a few chatrooms for people to connect and socialize and a private messaging option.

And other than the age requirement, there are only two rules. One—you can’t have a profile picture. And two—you can’t use your real name.

You can only disclose those things in a private message at your own discretion.

I didn’t have any interest in using it, but approximately two hours after joining Temptation—I received a message from some guy who lived in Black Hallows, was twenty-nine, involved in a career he wasn’t comfortable revealing…and knew tons of things about me.

According to his profile, he first joined the site a few hours before I did.

In other words—it’s obviously Cain. Although he still won’t admit it outright. Probably because the things we talk about on here aren’t always politically correct and he’s nervous about me or the app developers outing him.

It’s like a whole other life between us inside these chats. A glimpse of how it could be.

But I'm still angry at him for dissing me before.

I can’t help but laugh as I type my response.

I get comfortable on the bed.

I bite my lip.

My cheeks heat. I’ve sent him topless pictures—minus my face—because I’m not dumb enough to put that into cyberspace, but I haven't gone further than that.

I chew my thumbnail, a nervous habit of mine, and wait for him to respond.

Cain's weird when it comes to our little chats. He won't discuss them in person and the one and only time I made the mistake of alluding to talking to him late at night, he looked at me like I sprouted another head.

I’ve concluded that him not talking about us outside the chat, or admitting it's him inside the chat is his way of making sure he can trust me. I think he wants to ensure I can keep a secret before we take it any further. I’m guessing it’s why he concocted this whole plan in the first place, even though he won’t admit it.

When he doesn’t answer after five minutes, I send him another message.

A little.

Cain’s perceptive as it is, but it’s downright eerie how much better he can read me through a phone screen.

I type and delete my response over five times before I have the courage to send it. I know almost everything there is to know about Cain…except for one thing that’s been bugging me ever since I heard about it.

His username turns gray…informing me he signed out of the app.