Livy’s eyes widen. “You what?”
“So I could watch you when you weren’t in your room,” I admit with a shrug. “I turned them off from my phone beforebringing you here tonight. I can make them static so if anyone looks, they just see an empty library. You know, just stalker things.”
She stares at me like she can’t decide if she should be horrified or impressed. Then she rises onto her tiptoes and cups my face.
“You’re absolutely ridiculous, but I love it,” she whispers.
My chest swells at her words because this is all I want in life. I want to be good for her, I want her to love me. I want to be everything she needs in this life.
Livy stays close beside me as the heavy metal door shuts quietly behind us. “I’m probably going to regret asking you this,” she starts, and gives me a knowing look. I know what she’s referring to. When she was getting changed, she asked me if we should report what happened with Nathan to the police, and I told her that they’d never find a trace of him even if someone did report it. She brought up Ronan, and that she was worried he would tell. I’d leaned in close and said that they’d never find his body either if he opened his mouth. She needs to understand the people in my circle and that she never has to worry about anything ever again.
“Hit me with it. What do you want to know?” I say, and I just can’t keep my hands off of her. She’s close enough to me that I can feel every time she takes a breath, and yet I miss her. I need her closer, and I’m getting agitated that I can’t sate that desire.
“How can you even get in here after hours?” she whispers, glancing around the huge room. I like the way her eyes light up when she sees a library. I know she wants to be a researcher eventually for missing persons cases. I’m going to do everything I can to make sure that becomes a reality for her. I think she enjoys digging through the archives and finding the missing pieces of information, but I think more so than that, she wants to help people that have had the same trauma she endured. Eventhough she’s been in this building more than probably anyone else on campus, something about the books excites her.
And that excitesme.
I smile and pull her a little closer, my hand settling at her waist as we start walking slowly between the tall shelves. We stopped by her room on the way here so she could get some shoes and change out of Juniper’s dress. “I can do anything,” I tell her quietly, because that’s true. I’d move fucking Heaven and Hell just to see her eyes light up like this.
She rolls her big green eyes up to give me an incredulous look, and I take the opportunity to drop my face to hers, brushing my lips there gently. I can’t help sliding my hand down her back and squeezing her ass. Fuck, she’s soft and perfect, and I just need her in ways I’ve only been able to imagine at this point.
“Anything?” she quirks an eyebrow at me playfully, and it’s in this moment that I realize how resilient my girl really is. To be grabbed by that fucker Nathan, find out that he may or may not be her brother and the only father she knew probably wasn’t actually related to her and still be smiling up at me?
She’s so fucking strong, and I realize now that while she would have been safer if I’d been by her side all this time, she has taken care of herself.
I’m just here now to take over because she shouldn’t have to do those things. That’s my job now, and I take it very seriously.
I know my eyes must darken when I look down at her because I’m feeling absolutely feral for her
But she has other plans, because she giggles…pulling away from me before I anticipate it. She’s running away and looking over her shoulder as she makes her way up the spiral staircase that leads to an expansive selection of books. Her voice is melodic as she calls out, “If you can do anything, then say something nice about Jeremy.”
The biggest fucking grin spreads across my face as she disappears. She’s got jokes, apparently, but I’m slow to respond because I’m watching her ass move in that short pink dress she threw on tonight. She paired it with the cutest fucking white socks and tennis shoes. She thinks she looks casual, effortlessly cute, but I’ve never wanted her more. Sure, she looked fucking gorgeous in that tight black dress and heels, but this? I’m going to buy her this dress in every fucking color and fuck her in every one of them. She’s already out of sight when I call out, “You’re going to pay for that when I catch you, baby.”
I can hear her whisper giggling and shuffling around, trying to find a hiding spot. She understands why I’ve brought her here, but the innocent wonderment she possesses does something to me. She doesn’t know everything I have planned though, she can’t possibly.
I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing, but I’m looking forward to learning with her. I’m going to teach her how to please me, and I’m going to devote my entire life to giving her every single thing she wants.
Starting with tonight, because really, this was her idea, but I’m betting she isn’t expecting me to be this prepared.
I know exactly where I left it.
My fingers slide behind the row of books, brushing dust and worn spines until I feel the smooth edge tucked back where no one would ever look. I pull it free slowly, my pulse already starting to pick up like my body’s been waiting for this moment just as much as I have.
My cock strains against my jeans like it knows tonight is the night. I’m finally going to be deep inside of my girl, making her cry out as he comes all over my dick.
Days.
I’ve been thinking about this for days. Since the night I wore the mask for her and she mentioned the library.
The mask flickers to life in my hand, casting a low green glow. It’s just enough to be seen. Just enough to let her live out this fantasy of being chased.
I don’t know where she’s hiding yet, but I don’t need to. There’s something in my chest that tightens when she’s close, something instinctive that pulls me toward her.
I drag the mask over my face, adjusting it until it sits right. The hood of my sweatshirt comes up next, swallowing the rest of me into darkness so all she’ll see is the glow.
Let her feel it.
Let her anticipate what I’m going to do with her.
