I can still feel the way you came all over my face. Jesus, love. I bet no one has ever made you come so hard, huh? I bet no one has ever made you squirt for them.
You look so fucking pretty today. Did you do something different with your hair? I really wanted to walk up to you and run my fingers through it to feel how soft it is, but I figured that might freak you out a little. Maybe next time.
You were with him again. You’re lucky I know you have no interest in your brothers’ friends or I’d start thinking you were trying to replace me. You’ll never replace me, Gracie.
I know you weren’t happy that I broke into your dorm that night, and I’ll never apologize for it, but Jesus you’re so pretty when you’re sleeping. All I wanted to do was climb in beside you and hold you, but I knew you weren’t getting enough sleep and the most important thing to me is your health and wellbeing. Who knows, maybe we could do that soon?
How long are you planning on punishing me like this, babe? It’s torture not being able to be close to you.
You not replying to me is getting really old, babe. I miss talking to you, don’t you miss me? I know that you enjoyed everything we’ve done deep down, so maybe less of the cold shoulder before I’m forced to do something we both don’t like, yeah?
I’ve just woken up from a dream where I was inside you again. I can’t wait to hear your perfect noises and feel your skin against mine. We’ve never been naked together, how fucked up is that? Don’t worry, we’ll rectify that next time. Sweet dreams, love.
Those are all from yesterday, and I let out a huff of breath as I read the latest one.
Anonymous
You’re not on campus and it’s making my skull hurt. A heads up would have been nice, especially since you’ll be three hours away.
How thefuckdoes he know how far away I’ll be? Him figuring out I’m going to my parent’s place isn’t a difficult thing to do because it’s not like I have many other places to go, but how did he know we’d be going to the main house? Is that just a guess, or did he assume we wouldn’t use one of the holiday homes for Thanksgiving? He seems to be learning more and more about me while I know literally nothing about him.
But I don’t want to learn anything about him.
That would be fucked up.
He’s my annoying, creepy as fuck stalker and I really need to just stop reading his messages altogether.
For my own sanity.
Though I’m not sure there’s much left of my sanity since he makes me feel like I’m going crazy. I thought he would be done by now, but clearly, he’s more stubborn than I thought. I told Noah about the first few times he’d texted me and he asked to see them. I showed him the texts willingly, but then they started getting more detailed and more… intimate and it felt weird showing those to Noah, so I stopped telling him about them.
Maybe that was the wrong move? If Noah knew the guy was still messaging me, he’d lose his shit, but he’d also want to move things along faster, so I’m not uncomfortable.
Move things along to what, I have no idea.
He says he’s coming up with a plan, but he hasn’t shared the details with me yet and I’m honestly a little worried about what the plan might be.
If he’s truly anything like my brother, then it could be anything from exposing the guy to gutting him.
The last thing I want is for Noah to get in trouble because of me, but I know in my gut that he won’t take no for an answer. Maybe it makes me weak for worrying so much about everything, but I can’t change who I am. I’m a chronic over-thinker, I always have been, and I don’t see that changing anytime soon.
Still, I don’t see the masked guy staying away for much longer. His texts are becoming increasingly desperate to see me, and I’m starting to panic about what lengths he would go to just to get close to me.
Would he hurt Noah, even knowing that there’s nothing like that between us just to get him out of the way?
Would he hurt my friends? My family?
I’d like to think he wouldn’t, but I don’t know a thing about him, and it’s my naivety that got me into this mess in the first place.
Once we’re home from Thanksgiving break, I’ll talk to Noah and see what his plan is. Maybe I’ll even suggest involving the guys if we need to. Anything to make this nightmare end.
I don’t listen to the niggling voice in the back of my mind whispering nonsense, because listening to that voice is what started this whole thing.
And it needs to end.
I can’t live like this anymore, waiting for him to jump out at me at every turn.
We had fun that first night in the club and I figured it would end there. If I had known then what I do now, I would have ran far, far away from him.
