She sidles closer to me, resting her chin on my chest as she smiles at me, her face still flushed with yesterday’s tears but no less beautiful.
“Good morning, Feather,” I croak, pecking her lips.
When it doesn’t look like she’ll say anything, Iask, “What happened yesterday, Kaeli?”
It’s as if for a second she forgot all about it. “So, it did happen, huh?”
“It did.”
She opens and closes her mouth like a fish, not saying a word. “Kaeli?” I tuck a strand behind her ear as she leans into my palm.
With a weary sigh, she begins. “I’m being stalked.”
I blink at her like an idiot. “Sorry, you’re beingwhat?”
We both know I heard it and just don’t want to believe it. The ground shifts beneath me as the gravity of what she just told me settles in, and I shoot up to sit in the bed, pulling her with me.
“What the fuck, Kaeli? Are you alright? Did you get hurt?” I frantically search her body for any injuries, my heart threatening to burst out of my chest.
She takes both my hands in hers, rubbing her thumb on my knuckles. “I’m alright. Nothing happened.”
“Who did it?” I growl. “Tell me who did this, Kaeli, and I swear to God I’ll kill him. But before that, I’ll shatter every bone in his body to pieces.”
She gives me a stern look. “You’re not going todo anything like that.”
“But–”
“We’ll do it the right way. We’ll file a complaint against him.”
“But then I won’t be able to beat the shit out of him for scaring you,” I reason, my heart thundering in my ears.
“Promise me you’ll do no such thing, or I won’t tell you his name. I can’t have you behind bars.” She can be so fucking commanding and stubborn.
She continues to glare at me until I relent. “Fuck, fine! I promise.”
“Good.”
“Now tell me!”
She glances between my eyes before revealing. “It’s John Mullens.”
My eyebrows draw together as I browse my brain for the face associated with the name. My eyes widen at the realization. “As in the previous Social Media Director?” I confirm.
Kaeli nods. “The very same.”
“Since when?”
She hesitates before answering. “L…Last year.”
“And you’re telling me this now?” My voice edges closer to a mix of panic and fury.
“It’s not like I go on advertising it to people,” she retorts, rolling her eyes at me even in this situation.
I rub a hand over my face. “Fuck, Kaeli. You should’ve told me at least.”
“We weren’t exactly braiding each other’s hair.” Sarcasm drips from her words as she folds her arms over her chest.
“Goddamn it, Kaeli. Okay, tell me everything.”
