Chapter Fifty-Three
**Kieran Morrison**
I hadn't wanted to come to this ridiculous costume party. The whole idea of dressing up and pretending to be someone else seemed childish and pointless. But Claude and Heath had practically dragged me here, insisting I needed to "get out" and "have some fun." What they didn't understand was that I had no interest in fun anymore.
I watched the boy run away without a backwards glance. I couldn't get rid of this hunch that he was familiar, although the upper half of his face had been hidden. It was something about those pink lips, they looked every bit like the ones I tasted not too long ago.
Oliver?
I guess I had begun to imagine things as well.
The number I just dialled wasn't reachable. I slipped my phone into my pocket, what was I thinking?
There's no way Oliver would ever be in a place like this.
