Page 87 of Hayden's Stalker

I can barely breathe. I’m sure she’s going to reject me again, but I want it so badly. I want her here in my bed and for us to indulge in our shared connection over the Bond franchise.

Want me to bring a drink and snacks with me?

I gasp aloud when I see her reply, shocked that she said yes. The bus is stocked with my favorite things, so she can bring whatever she wants. Hell, she can bring nothing but herself, and I’ll be the happiest man alive.

Yeah, a beer would be good and whatever snacks you want.

I set my phone aside and pick my book back up. I want to finish the chapter, and I only have a few pages left, but I can’t focus on the story. My mind is full of the knowledge that Tati will be in my bedroom in mere minutes.

I give up and put my bookmark back in the book before I set it aside just as Tati enters my room. I immediately have to fight my arousal at the sight of her. She’s wearing a short silk nightgown, and her hair is down for once, falling in beautiful blonde waves down her back. She’s carrying some beers, a bag of potato crisps, and a few chocolate bars in her hands.

She closes the door behind her, and as she walks to the bed, she says in a stern voice, “No funny business, mister. We’re just going to watch a movie.”

I laugh and tell her the truth, “Of course. I’m just happy to have someone to watch a movie with me. Bringing snacks with you is the cherry on top.”

She drops the food on the bed next to me, then sits on the other side of it with the snacks between us before she hands me a beer.

“I wasn’t sure what snacksyouwanted, but this stuff seemed good enough,” Tatiana says.

“Yeah, I had the bus stocked with stuff I like, so I knew it wouldn’t matter what you picked.” I shrug casually, pretending that this isn’t my wildest dreams coming true.

I grab the tablet and press the button to make the television slide up from the counter. I look down at it, trying very hard to ignore Tati’s long, exposed legs in my peripheral vision as I open the app to stream the movie.

I start the film playing and say, “Here we go.”

I’ve never struggled harder to focus on a TV. My senses are filled with Tati next to me. Her floral scent torments me, along with the thought that I could just take her in my arms right now if I wanted to. I also struggle to control my cock, aware that Tati will very easily be able to see if I get an erection right now.

I’m grateful when she distracts me by asking, “It’s in black and white?”

“This bit is,” I tell her.

The Bond theme starts to play, and red blood drips down the screen as Tati takes a sip of her beer.

I open the potato crisps and hold the bag out toward her. “Want some?”

“Sure,” she says. “Thanks.”

She reaches into the bag, which becomes heavy as she grabs a handful of crisps. I wish we had a bucket of popcorn, and we could do that thing where we both reach in at the same time, so our hands touch accidentally.

I watch her as Tati turns back to the screen, where the credits are still playing. She looks over at me and catches me looking at her. I smile at her, then run my gaze over her body, taking in the tiny scrap of fabric she’s wearing before I turn my eyes to the screen. She grabs the hem of the dress and pulls it down an inch. I see her do it in my peripheral vision, and it covers more of her thighs but exposes more of her cleavage to my amusement.

I chuckle and inform her of this, curious to see what she’ll do. “You should know that when you did that, it just pulled your top down more.”

She looks down at herself, her cheeks beet red, before she pulls the top of her dress up a little more. I laugh again while I try to control my arousal, and I want to tease her some more, but I also don’t want to risk her deciding to leave. The movie is beginning, and I turn my attention to what’s happening in Uganda on the screen.

I’ve seen this film multiple times, so more of my attention is on Tati and her reactions than on watching the movie. I share the crisps with her as well as the chocolate bars. Slowly, I relax and am able to just enjoy this, being here in this precious moment with a woman who wants to watch a movie with me.

All my worries and fears disappear, and I don’t think I’ve ever been happier than I am right now, which also makes me sad. I wish I could just enjoy this, but it’s tinged with the knowledge that Tati can’t be with me.

Still, I’m single, and there’s no stalker here tonight, so I decide to pretend that she’s just a woman I’m interested in and who’s interested in me. As we finish eating the snacks, I set each of the wrappers on the counter at the side of my bed.

When there’s nothing left between us about half an hour into the film, I shift slightly down on the bed and move closer to Tati as I do. My heart races as she does the same. Our heads are level, and her arm just barely presses against mine.

All I can think about is taking her in my arms and kissing her. My entire body screams for me to do it, but I know I don’t have her consent to anything, and I also know that if I ask for it, she’ll likely refuse, and this will all end. So I suffer in silence, the need to hold her exquisitely painful as I do.

When Bond starts kissing Solange on the screen, and they begin a sex scene that I know won’t actually happen, Tati murmurs, “This isn’t awkward at all.”

“What’s awkward about it, Tati?”

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