How sick and twisted is it that I wish he were. That I secretly wish he were looming in the shadows of my apartment. Desperate to get glances of me. Desperate to be near me. I bite my lip thinking about it. There’s something seriously wrong with me.
The wind is biting at my cheeks; it’s getting colder every day now. Winter is approaching, soon my evening walks will have to stop. It’s darker than I realized. I should head home.
As I stride through the darkness, a prickle hits the back of my neck. The feeling of someone watching me.
I glance over my shoulder. A black truck is rolling along the street, it’s lights dim, trailing right behind me. My pulse spikes.
I fumble for my phone, unlocking the screen. A text flashes across the top.
Better run, baby doll.
Flynn.
I bite my lip, a giggle escaping me before my legs move, shoving me into a sprint.
My breaths tear through me, ragged, as the truck keeps its slow, steady crawl behind me.
My arms pump, legs burning.Faster.A maddening ache grows with each pounding step.
God, what is wrong with me?
My apartment building is just ahead, salvation in brick and glass. I push harder, lungs on fire, heart thundering, and a persistent throbbing between my legs.
The truck parks haphazardly in the front spot. The masked stranger exits it and breaks out into a sprint after me.
A wild thrill washes over me like nothing I have ever experienced. This is sick. I am sick.
I hit the stairs, half-stumbling as I climb—
And then strong gloved hands clamp around my waist. A sharp moan catches my throat, muffled instantly by a gloved palm.
“Caught you,” a low raspy growl rumbles in my ear.
Adrenaline and arousal crashes through me in a dizzying wave. My legs tremble. My lips part against his hand in a muffled moan.
He bends me farther over the steps. His hands grip the band of my leggings and yanks them down, ripping my panties in the process.
And—I jolt awake. Sweat clinging my brow, breaths hard and sharp. My heart thrashes against my ribs as I clutch the sheets entangled around my legs.
My room is still, silent, shadows stretching across the walls.
I drag a shaky hand over my face.
Holy fuck, what is wrong with me?
He consumes my every waking thought and now my dreams too.
This has to end.
Maybe Alex was right, maybe we both need closure.
I grab my phone from my nightstand. And set it back down.
No. This needs to be in person. After my date with Kellan.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
KELLAN
