That nickname. There’s only been one person to ever call me that and it’shim. The guy my mind won’t stop wandering to.
Why is he texting me? How the hell did he get my number? What the fuck am I supposed to reply to that? Should I even bother replying? It’s all feeling a little… stalkery.
I wanted a night of hot sex, not my very own stalker.
I try to focus on my breathing as I slip the phone into my pocket without opening the message, putting it to the back of my mind for later, though I know it’ll be fruitless.
I’ll be thinking about the damn thing all day.
So much for forgetting about him.
SEVEN
ANONYMOUS
My girl is lost in her own head today, and I can’t help but hope that it’s me she’s thinking about.
Is she like me, and unable to stop replaying every single second of that night?
Does she wish things were different, too? Does she wish she could have more of me like I’m craving more of her?
Does she finally feel the connection between us? Does she feel that pull?
I listen as her friends try to quiz her about what happened the other night, and my jaw clenches when she lies about having a headache.
Why does she not want them to know? Does she regret it? Is she embarrassed?
My hands clench into fists at the thought.
No. She doesn’t regret me.
She doesn’t regret us.
I know she had a good fucking time that night, there’s no way in hell that she wishes it didn’t happen.
Her friends move on to talking about me and the other guys, and I conveniently zone out a little as Gracie says we’re like brothers to her.
Fuckingbrothers.
Over my dead body am I her brother.
She’ll soon think of me differently. She’ll soon think of me as hereverythingandnother goddamned fuckingbrother.
I can’t quite pinpoint when my obsession with her began, since it didn’t just hit me one day that I wanted her.
We were always close growing up, and I guess it just progressed and progressed until I looked back one day and couldn’t remember a day when I didn’t love her.
It’s been hard and unyielding at times, but everything I do, I do for her.
Gracie Aston has always been my sweetest temptation and my biggest weakness.
How I’ve managed to make it this far without anyone picking up on it, I have no goddamn idea.
It’s not as though I can ever look away from her, but the guys probably just think I’m overprotective in the same way they are.
Blind idiots.
I’ve been keeping a closer eye on her these last couple of days, unable to stay away from her for too long.
