The tone of those damn notes was so fucking serious and sincere.
Which meant he somehow had access to me. Furthermore, he had access to me in moments I was unaware. Probably sleeping. Because I sure as shit would notice some random stranger in the street stabbing me with a needle to draw my blood.
Which meant he had access to my apartment.
The world started spinning around me, my throat closing up even more.
Was he waiting for me inside?
Shit.
I thought it’d gotten better.
I didn’t get groceries anymore. Hell, I hadn’t gotten one of those fucking notes in almost two weeks, and I’d told myself that was it. That the guy had moved on. I was getting better, so now he needed someone else to act out his weird fetishes with.
But this note tore the thin construction of my self-reassurances to shreds.
He wasn’t gone.
He was still there.
And I still had no idea who he was or what he wanted.
But I knew what I didn’t want.
I didn’t want to go into my apartment. I should, because I had groceries and everything, but I didn’t. Not right now.
Taking a step back, I reached for my phone, the bags of groceries still on the welcome mat. I retreated until my back hit the wall opposite my front door, my eyes never leaving the doorknob, just in case the stalker truly was waiting for me and about to lose his patience because I wouldn’t come in.
My fingers trembled as I navigated to my contacts and hit call.
“Finn? Is everything okay?” Eric rumbled in that deep, soothing tone that nearly brought tears to my eyes.
I swallowed a sob and nodded. “Can I, like… can I come over? I don’t want to be at home right now.”
Chapter 19
Eric
The call ended, and I let my head fall back, suppressing the urge to scream.
I’d fucked up.
Again.
Possibly worse than ever.
Swallowing the lump in my throat, I took a second to stare up into the grayish sky that’d be pitch black within an hour. It’d been a long couple of days, and I’d just… I’d just had to reassure myself that Finn was okay.
Though I had no idea why I’d given in to that stupid urge to leave him another note.
I straightened, focusing on the window across from me. Finn was still staring at his apartment door, his expression torn, his whole body tense. My heart ached as I watched him take a stepforward, his hand trembling so badly that he only managed to get the key into the lock after five tries.
The lump was back in my throat, bigger than ever, as I watched Finn taking a stuttering breath through his nose, his jaw locked tight. He pushed the door open, raising his arms as if he were trying to shield himself and…
No more notes.
Fuck.
