Page 185 of Hayden's Stalker

“I can still feel her touching me,” I moan as I scrub at my chest to try and rid myself of the filth there.

I’m scrubbing my arm when Tati reaches across and places her hand over mine, forcing me to stop cleaning myself.

I turn to look at her, and she says, “Hayden, you have to stop. She can’t touch you anymore. She’s gone. She’s never coming back.”

“I can feel it, though.”

I want it to be gone. The feeling of Sarah’s skin against mine. The infection she gave me. I need it to be gone.

Tati swallows and nods. “You can, and those memories are powerful, but she’s not here, and she can’t touch you.” She reaches up and turns off the water. “Come with me.”

She helps me up from the floor and hands me a towel, which I use to dry myself. I know I’m going to bed after this, and I can still feel Sarah lying on my chest in bed the past two nights. I rub my chest roughly with the towel, wanting to rid myself of the feeling. It won’t go away, though, no matter how much I try to grind it off me.

Tati places her hand on mine, halting my ability to scrub at myself with the towel. “Stop, Hayden.”

I blink at her, surprised because I didn’t even hear her enter the room. Then I nod and set the towel aside mechanically. She hands me a pair of sweatpants that I recognize as being mine, and I put them on before she leads me to bed. I lie down in it andwatch as Tati goes over to her suitcase and puts on a nightgown before she finally joins me in bed.

She turns off the lights in the room before she rests her head on my chest. It’s painfully familiar, and in the darkness, my mind takes me back to the cabin, and Tati is replaced with Sarah.

My body stiffens, and Tati asks, “Sorry, do you want to sleep alone?”

The thought is utterly terrifying. I don’t want to be apart from Tati, and I hate that she thinks I’d want that.

“No,” I assure her. “Please don’t think that. I just remembered—I don’t want to sleep without you, no.”

I wrap my arms around her, and she places hers over my chest. As much as this reminds me of Sarah, I ground myself in the moment by focusing on her familiar scent to remind me that it isn’t. Tati gently strokes my skin and kisses my chest softly.

“I love you, Hayden.”

“I love you, too, preciosa. Thinking of you was what got me through this. Knowing that you would come find me, that I would get this moment, the one where you’re in my arms again. That was how I got through it.”

“I wish you didn’t have to go through it,” she whispers.

“Me, too.”

28

The Admission

Sarah givesme a simpering smile as she strokes my morning erection. “Come on, baby. Look how hard you are for me.”

“I’m not ready. Please don’t do this,” I beg her.

“You’re more than ready. I’ve been patient enough. I can’t wait any longer.”

She positions herself over me, and I struggle against the restraints, pulling as hard I can to try and get myself out, but they’re as secure as usual.

“Stop,” I plead.

“Just give in to me. Let yourself enjoy it.”

She lowers herself and takes my cock in her hand as she positions it at her entrance.

“No! Don’t do it!” I yell, trying to stop her.

“Hayden.” Tati’s voice sounds strange, and I become aware that she’s shaking me.

My beats too fast in my chest, and cold sweat drips down my neck as I try to understand where I am.

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