Page 100 of Love Me Stalk Me
I arch a brow. "Don't you just want to go home?"
He lifts a shoulder. "Good point. We can stop at my place first so I can grab a shirt."
Then, with a glint of amusement, he adds, "And then we can finally go over that security brief you'vebeen putting off."
I groan dramatically. "You really don't let things go, do you?"
"Nope."
I shake my head, laughing. The sound feels good after the tension of the morning.
"Fine," I say, tucking my hair behind my ear. "I guess I owe you that."
He watches me, like he knows something I don't.
And the worst part?
I think he does.
PARALLEL PARKING NEARLY KILLED ME, BUT I’D DIE FOR HER.
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Izzy tucksher hair behind her ear, and I freeze.
It's such a small thing, something people do absentmindedly, but it sends a memory crashing through my head.
Of me doing that exact same thing last night.
Of brushing her hair back, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my fingers, tucking her in like she was mine to take care of.
Like she already belonged to me.
And that wasn't even the worst part. The worst part was what happened after. After she'd passed out.
After I was left alone, hard as fucking stone, aching for her. Knowing she was just on the other side of that wall. Knowing what she had done.
What I had made her do.
I had spent all night on her couch, staring at the ceiling, listening to every shift of her sheets, every tiny sound, every exhale.
Tortured.
Knowing she had just come for me, to my words, her body shaking, her moans pure fucking sin. Knowing she was naked under those covers, her skin still flushed, still sensitive from her release. I had to fist my own cock in the dark, gritting my teeth, swallowing down my own groans just to get through the night.
And now?
Now she's standing here, fresh-faced, pink-lipped, looking up at me like I'm the crazy one.
And all I want to do is tuck her hair back again. Trail my fingers down her cheek. Tilt her chin up, make her look at me the way I want her to. I shove the thought away before it rootsitself too deep.
"You're not really going outside like that, right?" Izzy asks, eyeing me like I'm insane.
"Like what?"
"Like shirtless." She waves a hand at me. "It's March. In New Jersey."
I chuckle, shaking my head. "I'll be fine."
