I found myself counting the freckles scattered across his face, cataloging the ink that covered his golden skin, and trying to trace the scars that lay hidden beneath. My OCD was acting up, bad, and it all started when I saw the black Lexus parked outside. He'd triggered it, and I didn't understand why.
I was counting more, cleaning more, organizing more… I was losing it. I wanted to hate him, but I didn't know him, and I didn't know why he was watching me.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing thoughts. I knew I needed to confront him, to demand an explanation. But something held me back. Maybe it was fear, or maybe it was an undeniable curiosity about this enigmatic man who had suddenly invaded my life.
After a tense moment, I gathered my courage and flashed him a grin, meeting his piercing gaze. Before I could speak, he lifted his hand, his thumb gliding along my jaw, sending a jolt of confusion through me. But as our eyes locked, the story revealed in them was beyond anything I could have imagined—a story that connected us in ways I never thought possible.
Suddenly, the chaos in my mind began to make sense. I realized that my OCD was just a small piece of a much larger puzzle, that people who unexpectedly entered our lives could uncover mysteries we never knew existed. And maybe, they could also bring us the answers we'd been searching for all along.
My heart raced as he moved closer, his presence radiating danger and a potent allure. My mind screamed at me to run, but my body was drawn to him like a moth to a flame. I couldn't help but be captivated by his presence, even though I knew it was a risk.
As he closed the distance, I steeled myself for the unknown, bracing for whatever darkness he might bring into my life. And yet, I found myself unable to turn away, unable to resist the magnetic pull he had on me. Deep down, I knew I should resist, but in that moment, I was powerless to deny the dangerous attraction.
Despite my better judgment, I leaned in, unable to resist the pull of danger and desire that War exuded. But before our lips could meet, I pulled back, quickly regaining my senses, and starting to count my breaths.One…two…three…four…five…six…seven…
After the flirtatious exchange and awkward pause, War broke the silence. "Would you like to come in for a drink, Fallon?"
I wasn't sure how I felt about the offer. Considering it might be a way to figure out why he was stalking me, I flashed him a devious smile, nodding confidently, knowing my gun and knife were safely tucked away if I needed them.
"Why do you want to have a drink with me?" I asked, stalling for time to get a better read on this mysterious man.
"Because it's cold out and the roads are shit, unless you want to drive home... be my fucking guest."
He had a point.
With a slight smirk, War stepped aside, gesturing for me to enter his dimly lit house. As I walked in, a shiver traced my spine, as if I were stepping into a lion's den. I pushed the feeling aside and followed him into the living room, taking a seat on the worn leather couch.
War disappeared into the kitchen, and I took the opportunity to snoop around, searching for any clue that might explain his odd behavior. Just as I was rifling through a stack of papers on his desk, he returned with two glasses of whiskey. He offered me one, and I took it, pretending to take a large gulp as I continued to probe him with questions.
But the more we talked, the more I realized he wasn't just some stalker lurking in the shadows. He was complex, guarded, but a warmth in his eyes drew me in.
As the whiskey loosened my tongue, I found myself opening up to him, confessing things I never thought I would. Before I knew it, our conversation had shifted, the tension between us transforming into something else entirely. It was as if we were both dancing around an invisible line, neither willing to cross it, but both wanting to. And as we sat there, our words lingered in the air, I couldn't deny the pull that drew me to him, despite all the warning signs.
"What do you do for work?" I asked, being blatantly nosey.
He sipped his drink, eyeing me over the rim of his glass. "I'm a retired marine and dabble in security," he said calmly, but there was a flicker of darkness in his eyes.
He was gorgeous, and I couldn't ignore the subtle glances he'd been giving me all night, but somehow I managed to keep my composure.
"So, you work in security…" I raised my brow, taking a small sip before continuing. "Like a security guard or a bouncer? That kind of thing?" I asked, a sexy grin playing on his lips.
"Sometimes, yeah. Why are you looking to hire one?" He asked in a deeply seductive tone that had my insides turning to mush.
"I'm an event planner. Why would I need security?" I laughed, making him laugh too, but his eyes never left mine.
"You never know, Fallon... you never know." He brought his drink to his mouth and took a sip with his eyes glued to mine.
A shiver ran down my spine as I held his gaze. There was something about the way he looked at me that made me feel things I'd never felt before, and I took another sip of my drink, trying to shake it off.
"Anyway," I said, clearing my throat, "I'm glad I'm here tonight. It's always nice to have some extra security around, just in case." I gave him a wink, hoping to lighten the mood.
He chuckled and took another sip of his drink, his eyes flickering with something I couldn't quite place. "I'm glad you're here too. Especially if it means I get to spend more time with you, Fallon."
His words hung in the air between us, heavy with meaning. A surge of excitement mixed with nerves coursed through me. I took a deep breath, meeting his gaze, determined to see where this conversation might lead.
"So, an event planner, huh? You mean like weddings and shit like that?" he asked, mirroring my earlier question.
"I own an event planning company," I told him, keeping it as vague as possible.
