Page 43 of Taste of Forever
It’s not stalking if I don’t want to harm her, right? It’s not wrong if I’m just making sure she’s safe.
And not sleeping with another guy.
There were blinds on the windows with the slats partially folded down, but I could still see through the spaces betweenthem. The main large window showed a modest living area with a small nook for a table and a galley kitchen about the size of my bathroom.
Heather was nowhere to be seen, but a human man sat at an impressive PC set up, headphones on, and some kind of co-op dungeon game running on his overly large monitor.
The boyfriend. I narrowed my eyes.My arch nemesis.
His current mission in the game seemed to be wrapping up, though I couldn’t tell for certain. I was more of a console guy. Nintendo specifically. One of my greatest joys in life was obliterating Des’s ass in Mario Kart.
The human world produced only two good things as far as I was concerned. Heather and video games.
I watched him click buttons and chat through his mic for another minute, just to make sure he wasn’t going anywhere. Just before I decided to move on, something changed.
The boyfriend minimized his game window and pulled up another. It looked like a livestream, the majority of the window showing the inside of a bedroom with a chat running in the sidebar. A pink-haired woman moved into view in the bedroom, bending over in front of the camera as she smiled. She wore a lingerie set, ensuring that her watchers got an excellent view of those assets.
“You piece of shit,” I muttered as the boyfriend typed something excitedly into the chat feed.
His head turned to the right and he leaned back slightly, as if checking to make sure he was alone, before returning his attention to the screen.
Alone to watch a cam girl while turning down a real, actual woman who loved him. Even if Heather wasn’t my blood mate, it was still a fucked up thing to do to your live-in partner.
Did she even know? Was this why she was “planning” to leave him? If so, he was a fucking idiot for carrying on instead of groveling on hands and knees for forgiveness.
But I don’t want her to forgive him. I want her to leave him in the dust and be with me.
Heather was my priority. This guy would get what was coming to him, one way or another. He was so far beneath her, and me, that his slimy ass wasn’t even worth confronting right now. No matter how badly I wanted to crash through the window and throttle him.
I moved away from the window just as the cam girl started doing jumping jacks—hey, good on her for getting cardio in while making money—and rounded the apartment corner on my way in search of the bedroom.
At the base of the bedroom window sat a planter box filled with long-petaled flowers. Most were closed, but some remained open. Dark red and orange petals curled back, revealing long stamens in the center. Lilies, I was pretty sure, though I was no flower expert. The flower box was clean and well-tended by someone who obviously cared for them, probably Heather.
This side of the building faced away from all the others, which probably explained why the blinds were completely open, giving me a clear view of Heather lying in bed. I crouched on the far side of the planter box and peered through the foliage.
She was still fully dressed, her phone in hand. Her fingers moved across the touch screen, apparently typing an email or a long text message to someone. I could make out the paragraphs of text filling her screen, but couldn’t read the words. Was it a break-up letter to the boyfriend? I could only hope.
Once finished, Heather rolled over to place her phone on the nightstand, then flopped back heavily onto the bed. Her gaze was at the ceiling, arms at her sides.
Do you know what he’s doing just on the other side of that door?I wondered.Why waste any more of your energy and love on that when I would never miss a chance to lie in bed beside you?
She sat up so abruptly that I thought she might have heard me. I ducked under the windowsill, straining to listen through the glass. A muffled sound came like a door closing, and I lifted my head slowly to peek.
Heather was gone, but a door was ajar with warm light spilling through the cracks. My best guess was that it was an adjoining bathroom. She came out a few minutes later and my lips nearly bled from how hard I stifled my groan.
Wearing an oversized t-shirt and panties, she returned to bed and turned off the light. Nowthatwas a sight I’d fantasize about for days to come. Only she’d be wearing one ofmyshirts. Jumping jack cam girl had nothing on how hot Heather was.
“You should never be in bed alone,” I whispered at the glass pane. “It should be a crime to leave you wanting.”
She pulled the bedcovers up to her chest and stilled, her breaths becoming deep and even. I should have left then, should have been satisfied with seeing that she was safe at home, even if her boyfriend was being a fucking dirtbag in the next room. But I selfishly stayed, telling myself I just wanted to make sure she fell asleep. That even if she didn’t know it, she wasn’t truly alone.
Her legs suddenly moved under the blankets, her knees forming two wide lumps. And then there was a smaller movement a bit higher up, like her hands changing positions. The movement was varied at first, with small lifts and falls of the blanket somewhere on her lower torso. Then the blanket moved faster, the movement becoming a rhythmic pattern.
It didn’t fully dawn on me what she was doing until her head pressed back into the pillow with an open-mouthed sigh.
All of the blood in my body went straight to my cock.
It was really happening. Heather was touching herself on the other side of this wall. She was touching herself whilehewas ten feet away, watching someone else on a screen. Fuck, probably touching himself too at this point.
