Page 19 of Stalking His Target

Even the way he’s been making love to me has changed. He’s become much more sensual over the last couple of weeks. Not that I mind, of course. I love the passion. It’s just…different. I don’t know how to explain it. That’s what’s killing me. I know something is going on, and what’s worse is it feels as if Taylor is deliberately hiding it from me.

I’d hoped he would wake up hard next to me this morning and take me like he does so often, but he didn’t. He woke up before I did and went to take a shower alone. “I didn’t want to wake you up,” he called out when I yelled to him from bed.

He said he had to get in to work early today because of a big concrete pour. I pressed him and asked him if I could stop by after I got out of work, but he told me not to bother. That he’d just come back to the apartment when he was finished.

He always has an answer for everything.

He’s alwaysright therewhen I need him, as if he’s reading my mind.

It’s wonderful, of course. In fact, it was one of the things that drew me to him when we first met. But it’s grown disconcerting as our relationship has grown. It’s like he knows everything about me–my wants, my needs, my favorite foods and activities–and I know absolutely nothing about him.

I’ve never even had a discussion with him about his family.

He’s never introduced me to a single one of his friends. And I don’t know where he actually works or where this construction site is.

It’s not as if our relationship hasn’t been great. It’s been amazing. We can’t keep our hands off each other; we eat together, we sleep together. And up until recently, I felt like I was making progress with my trust issues.

But Taylor’s behavior lately feels like a setback. I’ve retreated back into my head again. I’m worrying about betrayal, lies, and the foundation of what we’ve built together. And those worries have my heart aching when it’s normally glowing in a state of bliss.

Taylor is sharp, quick-witted, loving, and he makes me feel safe.

He’s strong and tall and carries an aura of confidence and protection with him.

But there’s also something mysterious that’s lurking underneath all those amazing qualities. Something that’s hiding, keeping itself unseen. And no matter what he says to me about our relationship being fine, I can’t help but feel like something terrible is about to happen.

I’m breathing heavily, and my heart is racing when I hear Taylor turn off the water and step out of the shower. At the sound of his heavy steps, I’m instantly thinking about his naked body wrapped in nothing but a towel. The familiar tingle swells between my legs as it always does when I’m around him. And when he walks into the bedroom and I get a view of his thick chest and washboard abs, the sensation only grows.

“Hey, sweet thing,” he says with a smile, casually leaning in to kiss my cheek. His lips send a flurry of sensation down my spine, igniting my nerves with anticipation and attraction. My breathing intensifies. My toes curl with want and desire. I’m helpless around him. If he spun me over right now and pinned me to the mattress with his cock, I would fully submit. And not only would I love every second of it, I’d be desperate for more.

But for some reason, he doesn’t do that this morning, and I’m left watching as he moves around the room, getting into his work clothes.

“Hey, babe. Can I ask you something?” I say slowly.

“You just did,” he teases.

I frown and throw my pajama bottoms at him. “Maybe this is too private, and I don’t want to come off as one ofthosegirlfriends, but–”

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” he cuts me off. “Just ask me.”

I take a deep breath. “Has Brandy ever tried to get back with you?”

Taylor pauses a moment from lacing up his boots, then looks back at me. I can’t tell if he’s perplexed or annoyed. He’s just so hard to read these days. After an uncomfortable moment, he shakes his head.

“No. Why?”

I shrug awkwardly. “No reason. I was just wondering.”

“She never has. And even if she did, I have her blocked.”

“You blocked her?” I ask. “Wow.”

This time he frowns at me. “Wow?Whywow?”

Again, I shrug, feeling so cringe. “I dunno. She’s just so gorgeous, and I feel like most guys wouldn’t block their gorgeous ex. Just in case, you know?”

“In case what?” His smile is so patronizing as he looks down at me. “In case I want to phone her up for a booty call?”

I swallow hard and avert my eyes. “Well, when you put it that way…”

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