It’s brilliant really, since whenever she’s with me, the stalker won’t bother her. And whenever I’m conveniently unable to be at her side, her stalker can swoop in and watch out for her.
I mean, I don’t particularly like that she’s scared of me, but she doesn’t know it’s me, so as long as I can keep up appearances on both ends and she begins to feel closer to both of us, she’ll accept that we’re one and same eventually. Surely, she’ll start to fall for us both and then when she realizes we’re one and the same, she’ll realize she’s madly in love with me, right?
She’ll have to.
She won’t have another choice.
Okay, so maybe I’m a little delusional, but love makes everyone crazy.
It’s fine, everything will befine.
She looks like such a beautiful mess right now, and it’s clear she came here straight from waking up and realizing that I was in her dorm. Pride fills me at the notion of her coming tomeof all people. Not her friends, not Logan or Harley or Cole. Not the police and not her parents, butme.
She stares at me expectantly and I belatedly realize that she asked me a question.
But what was it?
I wrack my brain.
So, will you help me?
I school my features into a look of contemplation. “Of course, little one. But why me?”
What is it that makes you needme, of all people, love?
She worries her bottom lip and I nearly lose what little control I have and pull it free to bite down on it myself.
Fuck, this is hard.
Empasis onhard.
Being alone and in such close proximity to her is taking more control than I ever thought necessary.
“You’re the levelheaded one. The one who can control himself. I don’t want the others to know because I don’t want them to go off halfcocked and try and kill this guy. I trust you, and I know that you’ll protect me wholeheartedly while also respecting my wishes.”
I hold back a snort. Able to control myself? My actions lately are proving otherwise.
But she came to me because shetrustsme.
My chest warms and I have to quell back the urge to pull her into my lap and hold her.
My eyes roam over her workout leggings and hoodie that she would never usually leave the house wearing and I know she must have been scared when she woke up this morning.
I know I should feel bad about that.
But I can’t bring myself to feel anything but elation at her sitting here with me.
My eyes snag on the bracelet and fuck, my already semi hard dick thickens in my sweats. I shift so she can’t see the evidence of my arousal.
She’s still wearing it.
I’m convinced that her still wearing the gift I carefully picked out for her means that she’s already halfway in love with me.
Just the other half to go.
I don’t bring attention to it though, because I don’t want her to feel like it’s wrong to be wearing it then watch her take it off. The longer I don’t acknowledge it, the longer she’ll keep wearing it.
Hopefully.
