His eyes darken. “I’d rather cut my dick off than be with her. One of the guys took that picture without my knowledge.”
Huh?“Who?” My mind flashes to the suggestive image of Leo and the woman that was sent in the group chat his friends made. Right. He’s talking about that. I shake my head. “You posted about her a few days ago.”
My girl.
I feel sick just thinking about it.
A slow smile splits his face. The type a wolf would give as it corners a sheep. My hackles rise, and I lean back on the stool like it might save me from whatever is coming out of his mouth next.
Leo’s voice is low, as if he’s sharing a secret. “It costs a couple of dollars to get a key cut.”
“What?”
He unlocks his phone, does something on it, then hands it to me. The pinch between my brows deepens as I stare at the image he posted.
Try as I might, no amount of berating myself stops my eyes from watering. This is when the hurt starts. He’s about to shove it in my face and tell me how someone like him could never be with someone like me.
I swallow, and my words come out broken. “What am I looking at?”
He chuckles darkly. “For someone who’s been watching me this closely, I’m surprised you don’t recognize your own skin.”
I blink up at him. No... He can’t... I look at the photo, and for the first time, I finallyseeit. My sheets in the background. The same skin tone. The unmanicured nails with ripped skin around their beds.
Every breath becomes a challenge, and the phone starts to tremble in my hands. How... No, no. That can’t be right. He’s lying to me. I’m telling myself what I want to hear.
My attention snaps up to him when he continues.
“You’re jealous of yourself, and you don’t even know it. You think I’d touch someone else like that? Please, I don’t waste that kind of tenderness.” He steps forward and leans both hands on the counter in front of me. “If you think I have an interest in any other woman but you, then you haven’t been paying attention.”
He studies me, and I... I don’t know how to respond. He’s telling me what I’ve always wanted to hear—he’s making himself out to be mine.
It’s too good to be true.
Leo lifts a shoulder. “You were sleeping so peacefully, I couldn’t help myself.”
That wakes me up.
“You broke into my home while I was asleep,” I gasp out. Never in a million years did I think I’d utter those words.
Again, I must have heard wrong. Because there’s absolutely no fucking way. None.
“As opposed to doing it once you’ve stepped out. Yes. I’m not a coward,” he says completely straight-faced.
My jaw drops. My head is spinning, and it takes so much effort to string words together. “Why— You didn’t wake me up!”
That’sthe part I’m focusing on? Jesus Christ.
A knowing smile spreads across his face. “Trust me, you’re as shocked as I was that you didn’t.”
What is that supposed to mean? The ominous way he said it makes me want to crawl out of my goddamn skin. “How many times have you been here?” I demand.
“How long have we been talking for? Add a couple weeks to that.”
Excuse me?“You’ve been coming here formonths?”
“I’ve been noticing you longer than you’ve been watching me. You’re late to your own obsession.”
“N-no, I messaged you first, and only because you randomly showed up on my page.” What he’s saying can’t be right.
