Page 32 of Stalked By the Cornerback

Still, I waited. Giving her time to get her things. I could see her, clear as day in my mind’s eye. Walking around her dorm,grabbing her things and getting ready to head down to the showers.

The clock couldn’t tick fast enough for me.

Especially when we weren’t together.

After giving her ten minutes, I got up and ran my fingers through my hair. Something inside me tried to stop me, to not go, but I couldn’t help it.

I missed her.

I hadn’t taken her since the incident, but I’d cuddled with her, and we had made out. But my dick was fucking addicted to the snug warmth of her body, and I ached. I should have just jerked off in my room. But I didn’t.

Instead, I grabbed the extra phone from where I kept all the pictures and videos I’d taken and made my way out of my place and down the hall. The entire time, a little voice told me to stop and go back, but I ignored it.

I glanced around the hall as I made my way towards the co-ed showers. They were empty, and I wasn’t surprised there wasn’t a single person out and about. People in this building were either at practice or hanging out somewhere, if they hadn’t gone home for the summer. Come a couple of weeks, the halls would be busy with people constantly coming and going at all hours.

Something I didn’t like to think about.

How the hell would I be able to sneak into her place when she finally had roommates? How the hell would I watch her shower? I breathed in as I carefully opened the door to the co-ed showers. That would be a problem for another day. I’d come up with different plans, but I couldn’t exactly roll them into motion just yet. My top choice would be for her to move into my dorm or for us to rent an off-campus apartment. I just worried that we were too new and too fresh for me to suggest living together. Would that scare her off? I shook the thought away, and relief washedover me as my dick started to harden beneath my gym shorts. The back shower, the one she preferred, was running.

And by the sound of the showers, we were in there alone.

Quietly, I walked over to the one and only stall being used. The air in the room was steamy. Almost like the water had been running for a while. Standing off to the side, I waited. My ears strained to hear her. To listen to the way the water sluiced down her curves. My body vibrated with unfurled need. The curtain was shut, not giving me a sliver of a peek. Every single one of my senses was on edge, every nerve ending on high alert. My heart felt like it was about to pound out of my chest. I needed to see her skin dripping wet and tinged with pink from the heat of the water more than I needed to fucking breathe. My hand rose, and I pushed the curtain slightly to the side. Not hard enough for her to notice but enough to where it would look like a natural movement.

But I hadn’t done enough to see her lovely body under the cascading water. I tried again, and this time, I frowned. “What the hell?” I rumbled. The shower was empty. I pulled the curtain all the way and looked around the dry area only to see her caddy there. My heart already pounding rose to my throat and lodged there when I turned around to see her standing behind me. That look in her eyes, the one that felt like she wasn’t sure who she was looking at, was back in her gaze.

“Mattie.”

“It was true,” she whispered.

“True?” I repeated. My voice sounded like gravel in my ears. My breathing was choppy as heat and sweat started to form at the back of my neck, and it had nothing to do with the rising temperature and humidity of the still running shower.

“Tucker said you’ve been watching me. Before the party.” That little fucking asshole. Shit, maybe Jason hadn’t been the only one to catch on to what I had been doing.

“Mattie––”

“How did you get a copy of my key?”

“I don––“

“Don’t lie to me,” she interrupted. Then she shocked the hell out of me. Her small, beautiful hand reached for mine, and our fingers tangled up together.

“If…” She swallowed hard, and her cute little chin rose until her blue eyes locked with mine. “If there is any chance for this, for you and me”––she pointed between us–– “to work, no more lies.”

“Mattie.” I said her name like a prayer. I was ready to fall to my knees and beg her to forgive me, to tell her I wouldn’t do it again, but I knew in the pit of my gut and at the base of my heart we would both know I was lying.

“How did you get a copy of my key?”Shit, shit, shit!Not only had that fucker told her, he’d known all of it.

There was no turning back now.

My mind ran wild with crazy ideas of how to fix things.

She knows.That fucking bastard told her. She’d known or suspected something for the last two days. She had been looking at me differently. It hadn’t been in my head. She had been looking at me as if she had never seen me before because she was looking at me through clearer eyes. I wanted to kidnap her. Carry her out of there, hide her away in my room, and tie her to my bed until she forgave me. Until she gave me a chance I sure as fuck didn’t deserve.

She knows.

The only thing that gave me any kind of sense of faith was the fact that she hadn’t called the cops on me. Fuck, she was holding my hand. If she had any kind of sense, she wouldn’t be touching me. She wouldn’t be looking at me like she still had faith in me.

And maybe that’s why I answered honestly. Who was I kidding? I was incapable of lying to her beautiful face.

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