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My everything.

She tosses and turns and mumbles my name.

I smile in the darkness, loving the fact that even in her dreams she is thinking of me.

It’s difficult to stop myself from reaching out to touch her.

She rolls over again, and the blanket pulls off her, the oversized tee shirt she is wearing drifts up over her stomach so that I can see her hips, the pale pink panties she is wearing and the toned shape of her abs.

I clench my jaw.

My cock stirs.

Let her sleep, Tuomo. Soon she will be in your bed, soon you will have her every day. Just let her sleep.

She rolls over again, so restless tonight, and sighs. Her back is facing me, and my eyes are exploring the curve of her waist and the dimples above her ass.

Let her sleep, Tuomo.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

Nerissa

Iclimb back into bed, but my heart is racing.

He’s out there. He’s watching me or waiting for something.

I should be terrified but I’m not.

This isn’t normal behavior though and my reaction to his behavior isn’t normal either. Why would I like the fact that he is stalking me?

I sigh, rolling over and pulling the covers up over my head.

Is there something wrong with me?

Why does this turn me on?

Dammit, Nerissa. You’ve fallen for a tall dark and handsome giant red flag and you’re too stupid to stop it from happening.

I don’t know whether I should stay awake and wait for him to creep into my room. He knows how to get in here. He got in just fine on the night of my party.

I sit up suddenly filled with anxiety.

How many times has he been in here?

And if I was right about the sensation of him watching me today - how many times have I been right in the past?

Has he been following me the entire time?

He knows so much about me - it seems obvious. But I guess I wanted to turn a blind eye to this alarming truth about him.

Despite that, even now - Ilikeit.

I like the fact that he is so fascinated by me. I enjoy being wanted by someone to the point of them needing to be around me so much.

Am I really that special to him? The man who could have any girl his heart desires.

I lie back down, staring up at the ceiling, trying to count all the times I thought I felt him near me.

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