Page 106 of Love Me Stalk Me

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One hand on the wheel, my other? On her.

Sliding up those thighs I was just holding earlier, fingers tracing over soft skin, feeling her relax under my touch. Running my palm over every curve that asshole made her feel self-conscious about, appreciating each dip and swell of her body in a way he never could.

I'll take care of her.

Keep her safe.

She won’t have to worry about blowing through red lights or cutting off innocent Toyota drivers ever again.

Because she'll be mine.

Until then?

I'll just have to survive.

Izzy finally pulls up in front of my building, jerking to a stop so suddenly I have to brace a hand against the dash. The tires squeal against the pavement.

I exhale slowly, willing my pulse to return to normal. The adrenaline fades gradually, leaving me slightly light-headed.

She turnsto me, her features light, completely unaware of the near-death experience she's just put me through. Her eyes sparkle with accomplishment, like she actually thinks she did well.

"See? Got you here in one piece."

I glance at her, then at my still-white knuckles gripping my thigh.

"Yeah," I say dryly, unbuckling my seatbelt. "I'll grab a shirt and meet you at the store to go over the brief."

There’s a flash of disappointment across her face, the smile fading slightly from her lips.

Then, quickly, she schools her expression.

"Did you... want to come up or something?" I ask, raising a brow.

Her eyes widen.

"Oh! Uh, no. I mean, I didn't mean—I just—maybe that wouldn't be super appropriate?"

I enjoy this way too much.

"Inappropriate?" I tease. "I stayed over at your place. We're past inappropriate."

She groans, covering her face. "Oh my God, Callahan."

I chuckle, glancing ahead and see an open spot in front of my building.

"There," I nod. "Take that spot."

Izzy's fingers tighten on the wheel.

And then I realize.

Oh no.

She cannot parallel park.

She pulls up, fidgeting as she eyes the space.

"You're panicking," I say.

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