Taking my phone out of my pocket, I open up to our message thread. My thumbs hover over the keyboard as I try to figure out what to type.
What does one text their stalker? I can’t just say,“Hey, what’s up?”Can I?
Right as I decide on what I want to say, a message from him comes through.
UNKNOWN:
Thinking about me, little flower?
I gasp. How did he know?
ME:
Where are you?
UNKNOWN:
Turn around.
I look behind me and let out a startled shriek when I see him standing right at my backdoor. I clap a hand over my mouth.
Dammit. I hope I didn’t just wake up Evan.
I sit like that for a minute, listening for any movements coming from upstairs, but all I hear are Evan’s obnoxious snores. Letting out a sigh of relief, I hop down from the counter and go to the door. My hand grips the doorknob tightly as I grapple with whether I should let him in or not.
That’s stupid, don’t do it!my subconscious screams at me.
He wouldn’t hurt me, right?
CHAPTER 6
HIM
I can practically hearmy flower’s thoughts racing inside that beautiful head. Her dark brown eyes are wide as she chews on her bottom lip in contemplation. A part of me wants her to let me in, but the other likes playing this little game with her. I want to keep her on the edge, keep her wanting and desperate for the man beneath the mask.
Making the decision for her, I type a follow-up text quickly.
ME:
No, Essence. It’s not time yet.
I hit send, and she immediately looks at her phone. When she reads my text, she lets go of the doorknob and takes a step back. I shake my head to let her know that that’s not what I want. I crook a finger at her, and she steps forward again until her breasts are pressed against the glass of the backdoor window. Even through her shirt and bra, I can barely make out the peaked nubs of her hardened nipples.
My mouth waters with the need to pluck them into my mouth and bite on them until they bleed and she’s begging me stop.
ESSENCE:
Who are you?
ME:
I’m yours, little flower. Every part of my soul belongs to you.
I press my gloved hand against the window. Her throat constricts as she swallows. She starts to respond, but then her head whips around in the opposite direction. Evan must be waking up.
She types quickly.
ESSENCE:
