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Her eyes search mine as she scrunches her nose and wipes the tears on her cheeks. “You’re serious.”

“You’re damn fucking right I’m serious. I promise you he’s not going to get away with this.”

She nods her head as more tears fall down her face. I get up and then crouch down on my knees in front of her. My tall height makes us almost eye level this way. “We should really get you cleaned up and put some food in your stomach before you get some rest.”

She shakes her head, “I don’t have any of my stuff for my nightly routine.”

I smirk, “Already taken care of, Honeybee.”

Her lips tilt briefly before she lets out a sigh, “I don’t even want to know how you did that.”

I shrug, “I have my ways.”

She squints her eyes at me, “Don’t I know it.”

I get up off the floor and say, “I’m going to go run you a bath.”

She leans back on the couch and closes her eyes, “Okay. I’ll be here trying not to die.”

“Not happening on my watch.” I say and hear her sigh as I enter the bedroom.

CHAPTER 19

LEXIE

In the past when I’ve heard the term stalker, I immediately think of a creepy old man standing outside of my window ready to abduct, torture or murder me.

My stalker is surprisingly a fucking gentleman, two words I never thought I would use in the same sentence, and I have mixed feelings about it. Any other person would be terrified and running straight to the police department to file a report, but not his girl.

No, because my stalker saved me from a person who I thought was safe and nice.

Johnny.

I still can’t fully wrap my head around the fact that he fucking drugged and sexually assaulted me. I don’t even want to think about what would have happened if Reed didn’t find me when he did.

I should’ve just listened to him and stayed home, but then again if I did that I wouldn’t be experiencing what I am tonight.

Currently, I’m soaking in a bath that he ran for me.

He just insisted on washing and applying products to my face. I’m in fucking awe because this man who’s covered in tattoos and piercings, and who just broke a guy’s nose for me and threw vomit all over him, looks so fucking adorable asking me the steps to my routine so he can learn to do it for me.

I’ve never in my life seen some shit like that other than in the movies.

He’s a damn unicorn.

“What food are you in the mood for?” He asks, thumbing through his phone while sitting on the counter.

I shrug, “Umm… a greasy cheeseburger and fries sound really good right now.”

His lips tilt as he types something out on his phone as he stands, then stuffs it in his pocket before getting on his knees by the tub. He looks fucking delicious in his torn jeans and black band t-shirt.

He reaches over and cups my face before placing a soft kiss to my lips.

When he pulls away he says, “Food will be here in about thirty.” His hand snakes down my neck, over my collarbone and brushes a thumb over my pebbled nipple.

He looks down my body and I watch his expression morph from lust to something else before retrieving his hand.

“What’s wrong?” I ask him.