Page 19 of Stalked

“Well, for your information, I love to cook,” I smirk. “Just let me go clean up and I’ll be back.”

Gabriel nods, and I run off. I probably take the world's fastest shower, nearly slipping on the tile floor in my bathroom. And when I pick my clothes out, I spend too long trying to figure out what dress shirt Gabriel would like. Finally picking out a black one and black dress pants I race back downstairs, hoping he hasn’t decided to run off.

The moment I see Gabriel sitting there, his legs moving back and forth, I chuckle at how cute he looks.

“Fuck,” he curses, grabbing at his chest. “You scared me. You know it’s not very polite to sneak up on someone.”

“Moi izvineniya,” I mutter, walking around him. I begin pulling out all the dry ingredients, before grabbing eggs from the fridge.

“What does that mean?”

Pulling a bowl down, I heat a pan up before I begin pouring the ingredients together. It isn’t my intention to ignore Gabriel, but I know if I don’t focus on the task at hand, I’m going to fumble through making him food. And that would not be a good look.

“Helloooo?” Gabriel huffs from behind me.

“Do you like Blinchiki?” I ask instead.

“What’s Blich-Bleich… whatever you just called this,” Gabriel asks, waving a hand at the mixing bowl. Chuckling, I glance up, shocked to see him actually leaning over the kitchen island watching me intently.

“Blinchiki,” I pronounce again for him. “It basically translates to pancakes in English. But it tastes and kind of looks like crepes.”

“Oh, fancy. I like crepes, especially when you put a little Nutella on top. And if you add fruit. Oh man, tell me you have some, you have fruit, right?”

“Uh, I believe, yeah. You can look in the fridge,” I mumble, realizing this feels and sounds very domestic to me.

Gabriel jumps from the chair, racing over to the fridge. Ripping the door open he shuffles through before I hear it close. Pouring some batter onto the hot pan, I feel Gabriel opening and closing cabinets.

“Find what you’re looking for?” I ask, finding it a little comical that he gives no fucks about going through my house. Even if I should be scared or nervous that he might find something he’s not supposed to. I can’t hide the fact I like it. I enjoy him being here. It’s where I can keep a close eye on him, closer than breaking into his apartment and watching him sleep.

“Just snooping,” he mutters, opening another cabinet. “Ah-ha!” He chuckles.

Finishing up the one blinchiki, I set it aside before peeking over at what he found. What I didn’t expect was to find Gabriel shoving a donut I didn’t know we had here into his mouth.

“What?” Gabriel smiles around a mouthful of food.

Fuck, he is so damn fine. The shaggy blond hair that curls around his ears, the cute dimple in his left cheek whenever he smiles big… I want to see his dusky nipples again, the curve of his ass. My cock begins to swell before I can help it.

“I think your crepes are burning…” Gabriel says, pointing to the pan. Whipping my head back, sure enough the one in the pan is burning and all I can think about is shoving my cock into his mouth before forcing him on his stomach and pounding into his ass.

“Tobias?” Gabriel steps closer to me, shoving the rest of the donut into his mouth.

“I, uh...I just remembered I have some business to take care of. Go ahead and eat,” I blurt out. Shoving my way between him and the island I run to the hallway, bypassing his room and rushing to mine.

I am being a coward, and my father would be ashamed if he saw me like this. But fuck, Gabriel is messing with my head, and no matter if I want him or not, this is not going to end well for either of us.

12

Gabriel

Ithought me and my stalker were finally coming to an understanding. Granted, we’ve talked twice, barely. But he let me wander around his house. I snooped through every damn inch. Well, most of it. I haven’t dared to look around his office or bedroom. Sure, I opened his door, but the moment I did, I was hit with his smell, smoke lingering, but some cologne filled my nostrils. I wanted so desperately to go through all his belongings, but it felt wrong and a little too personal.

I also haven’t stepped foot in his office, the idea of another guard finding me and the flashbacks coming back. No thank you. I’d rather stick my hand into a pot of boiling water.

But I also would love to know why, ever since Tobias ran off after burning those pancake things, he’s been avoiding me. It’s been lonely, and I don’t like it. The first day I snooped through mostly everything. The second day, I tracked Amy down and though she was reluctant to tell me anything, she kept me company for most of the day.

Which makes today the third day. For three whole days Tobias has been ignoring me, and is nowhere to be found. But every night he comes in, watches me for hours, and sometimes I can feel him pushing my hair out of my face. I fight against wanting to lean into his touch but stop because whatever happened with him the other night, something spooked him.

I’m not sure if it’s because I was snooping around in front of him. I was honestly looking for something sweet. I’ve been dying for some donuts, and when I found some, I couldn’t stop myself from indulging in them.

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