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Choking me with worry about some man seeing her and trying to take what I was fighting tooth and nail not to claim.
So, I started to follow her. Everywhere. I couldn’t stop.
To the bus.
On the bus.
I wouldn’t make my way back to my car until she was safe inside whatever building she was working her late-night shift. The nights she didn’t work, I tried to stay home. Fought tooth and nail, but more often than not, I crumbled. Parked under a big willowy tree across the street from her apartment while talking to her. Jacking myself off to the sound of her voice until the fucking sun rose, then watched her head to the call center.
She worked too much.
She hardly slept.
I knew this, yet I forced myself into her life.
Milking any and every minute she could spare just to hear her speak. All she had to do was breathe for me, and my soul felt more than content. It was jarring. Crazy. I was crossing all kinds of lines for a woman I had never spoken to face to face. For a woman I had never held in my arms.
Yet, the voice in my head whispered, and as I glanced up from under the hood over my head, my gaze pinned on the woman a couple of rows ahead staring off into the city, I knew very well I couldn’t keep my distance. I’d have my hands on her soon. And I was going to keep her.
It was inevitable.
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I looked over my shoulder the moment I stepped into her apartment. There was no one in the hall. No one had even been around when I’d walked into the property. It was a testament of how fucking early it was, not to mention unsafe.
I shut and locked the door behind me and stood still. Silently taking in her space. My eyes closed slowly as my lungs took in a deep breath and I soaked in her scent. It was all over her apartment. It kicked the thing inside of me, the wild, feral one, into overdrive instead of sating it like I thought it would.
After talking to her and watching her apartment for the first couple of days, I’d thought about how easy I’d be to get into her space. Break in, a voice of reason corrected, and my jaw clenched.
Break in, indeed. I’d done just that.
Broke into her space while I knew she was safe at work and would be gone for a couple of hours. My eyes opened and my lips kicked upward.
I liked her place.
It was small and old, but she had definitely made the most of the space. She’d made it her own.
My eyes fell on a white satin bow on the small kitchen table she kept in the corner. I walked over and carefully, like I was handling priceless crystal instead of a barrette, picked it up. The soft pretty bow made me smile. She liked to wear these. It was rare when she didn’t have a bow in her hair, and I fucking liked it.
No, I loved it.
I wanted to be the one to undo it at the end of the day and watch her long dark tresses cascade down her back before running my hands through it.
My fingers skimmed the material and frowned.
I was jealous of a fucking hair accessory.
It’s touched her. Been with her all day. Just like I wanted to be.
I shook the crazy thought away and set it back exactly where I’d found it. If I was honest, I was tempted to take it like some sort of keepsake, but I resisted. Jesus, I sounded like one of the crazies I looked for. I’ve turned into stalker. One who knew what he was doing was wrong, crossing one boundary after another and not giving a shit because he couldn’t stop.
Wouldn’t stop.
I turned and looked at her kitchen. Noted the mismatched plates and cups on display on the open shelves above her stove. The kitchen was cute. Tidy with feminine touches. Soft and welcoming. Like my kitten. The possessive thought made my body harden. It was bad enough I’d been at half-mast; now I had a raging hard-on I had to ignore.
I moved through her living room. Looked through the books on her shelf. Vivi seemed to be a romantic. Shelf after shelf was filled with romance novels with half-naked men on the covers. I frowned, hating where my head went. I wanted to be the only man she looked at half-naked.
