I want more. Ineedmore.
He was right all along. I am his; mind, body, and fucking soul. And I’m totally screwed.
It’s been one week since the party, one week since I lost all grasp of control with Serena. I was a man unhinged, and while I loved every second with her, I wasn’t fully in charge of my emotion, and that’s unacceptable.
She has a way of tearing down my resolve with a single bat of her eyelashes, turning me into a feral, crazed man. And that smart mouth of hers makes me want to cross lines we’re not ready for. Which is why I’ve kept our physical interaction to a minimum, made easier by the away game stretch we’re just now getting home from.
But that has only kept my eyes glued to my phone, watching her every step through my cameras, ones that have been buried in her life since before my letters started showing up at her door.
Thank God for modern technologythough, and thanks to the help of Kol and Cas, I don’t have to stand outside of Serena’s window to keep an eye on her.
Every inch of her home and office is covered by my surveillance—well, aside from the bathrooms. I may be her stalker, but I’m not some creep.
It’s eight a.m., and I’m waiting for the rest of the team to show up for practice. I’m always ungodly early, but I’m usually on the ice, not glued to my phone in the locker room—usually, as in before I met Serena. She consumes my life in an absolutely unhealthy way, and I’m not ashamed to admit it.
She’s sitting in her cozy living room, typing rapidly on her laptop, which is gently sitting on a pillow on her thighs. Her legs are extended out, crossed at the ankles, and resting atop the ottoman.
Freddie, my handsome boy, is fast asleep next to her, the front half of his body buried beneath a blanket.
I need some snuggles from him soon. I’m having withdrawals. It’s been a few days since I snuck into her place while she was at work, and I miss my little guy.
Almost every day, she brings him to the office. But if she has a lot of interviews or will be out of the building, he stays home, and I sneak away from my responsibilities to see him.
“Hey.” Kol’s greeting cuts through the silence in the room, and I can tell from the deep resonance in his voice that he likely woke up mere minutes ago.
His black hair is tucked under a baseball cap, poking out from beneath it.
My gaze flicks up to him, and I lift my head in a quick nod. “Hey. Just get up or what?”
He rubs his light blue-almost gray eyes with his hands as he drops down onto the bench beside me. “Yeah. I slept like shit last night. I had a nightmare that you’d forced me to go to a matchmaking party, and I woke up screaming.”
My eyes fall, and my lips purse. “Shut the fuck up.”
Laughs burst from us, but the kind where exhaustion hangs on the end of the exhales.
“Cas isn’t here yet?” He leans his head back against the cubby, closing his eyes.
“Obviously not,” I mutter, my eyes locking on the image of Serena and Freddie sitting on the couch, with a perfect empty spot beside them, begging to be filled.
She shuts her laptop and tosses it onto the couch beside her before turning toward Freddie with a soft smile and big eyes. What I imagine is baby talk forms on her lips as she picks him up and peppers him with kisses.
She should be heading to the office soon. Her calendar had the next few hours blocked out, and I can only assume it’s for work.
Closing out of my surveillance app, I switch to a different app and start her car for her. It’s ten degrees Fahrenheit outside this morning. It should probably run for a good ten minutes at least before she leaves.
A couple of other guys walk into the locker room, and while Cas and Kol know about Serena, no one else on the team does, and that’s the way it’s going to stay. I haven’t gotten caught because I’m careful.
Begrudgingly, I lock my phone and set it face down beside me before standing to my feet to get dressed. If I’m not watching her, I’m going to be on the ice, getting some shots in and stretching my legs out.
I quickly get dressed as Kol continues to rest. I kick his leg before I step into my skates, and he grunts.
“Get off your ass. Let’s go.”
“I’m going to wait until Cas gets here.” He crosses his arms.
“Good morning, sunshine,” Cas greets him, as if on cue, and Kol’s face turns down.
“You couldn’t have been gone for five more minutes?” He pushes himself to his feet and stretches his arms and neck out as Cas and I laugh at him.
