Page 31 of Done Waiting

Chloe: What is going on with you? Don’t drag me into your relationship problems with Ben.

Me: Fuck you. I see the way you’ve been hanging all over Ben.

Chloe: Whatever. You sound jealous. Maybe you should focus on giving him what he wants instead of worrying about me and him.

What the hell? How dare she.

My hands shake as I set my phone on the table, realizing I’m getting angry and distracted. Taking a few deep breaths, I take a sip of my coffee and then click on my story. As I wait for it to load, I look up to see the guy in the ball cap still staring at me.

I’m about ready to poke his damn eyes out.Glaring at him, I open my mouth to say something when movement out of the corner of my eye draws my attention. I suck in a breath as I turn my head, spottinghim.

My stalker.

He commands the room as he strolls over to my table, wearing a navy blue hoodie beneath his leather jacket. His thighs flex beneath his dark blue jeans as he moves, his boots thudding softly across the floor.

Pulling out the chair across from me, he sets his coffee cup on the table, his ebony eyes never leaving mine.

God, he’s fucking hotter than hell.

From the way he dresses to the way he captivates me with just one glance, there’s something so damn impressive about him.

“That seat is taken,” I say as he sits down.

“I know. By me.” He winks, giving me that smile that shows the dimple on his left cheek.Why the fuck is this guy so hot? Shouldn’t there be a law against this sort of thing?

Raising my brows, I say, “Awful presumptuous of you. How do you know my boyfriend isn’t in the bathroom?”

He leans forward, his onyx eyes glimmering. “Because your boyfriend is currently at the Falls Creek campus library. And I watched you walk in by yourself.”

My mouth drops open slightly, causing him to smirk. Straightening in my chair, I snap, “You know, stalking is a crime.”

He shrugs. “I never said I wasn’t a criminal.” Sitting back in the chair, he says, “Why don’t you report me if my ‘stalking’ you is so bothersome?”

Seriously?He even did the finger quotes when he said, “stalking.”

I’m momentarily at a loss for words, unsure what to say. His confidence throws me. It borders on slightly cocky, yet somehow endearing. The challenge in his eyes and his quick-witted responses has flustered me.

“What are you doing here, stalker? Don’t you have better things to do than drop into a seat, uninvited?”

He chuckles. “I could be doing other things. But I’d rather be here, with you.” He nods his head in the direction of the guy behind him, who is watching us with intense interest. “That asshole seemed to be annoying you, so I figured I’d sit down and see if he knocks his shit off. But I can tell he hasn’t.”

“How do you know that?”

“Your face darkens and you scowl every time you look up and catch him staring.”

Damn, this guy is observant.My skin hums from his nearness and the timbre of his voice. It’s sexy as sin, just like him.He is like sex on a stick.A giggle escapes me as soon as I have that thought and I blush, meeting his twinkling eyes.

Stretching his legs out, they bump into mine, sending electrical currents through my skin.Jesus. What the hell is that?My eyes widen, my heart racing.

He calmly picks up his coffee, dark eyes boring into mine.

Taking a long drink, he observes me over the rim of his cup, and I wonder what the hell he’s thinking. I can’t help but notice his large hands as they grip the cup. My thoughts flash back to my dream of those hands touching me and goosebumps flare over my skin.

“What are you trying to work on?” Setting his cup on the table, he nods toward my open laptop.

“Oh, I’m writing a book.” My voice comes out in a high-pitched tone, and I mentally kick myself, hating that I sound like a schoolgirl gushing over a celebrity, rather than a nineteen-year-old woman in control of herself. Flipping my hair over my shoulder, I exhale a breath. “It sucks, and I need to rewrite it.”

He tilts his head slightly, a slight frown on his lips. “I’m sure it doesn’t. What’s it about?”

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