I shove him. Light. But he goes with it dramatically, like I’ve knocked over a linebacker.
“Oh my god,” I groan. “I’m such an idiot. Do you know how many master’s degrees I have? I’m so dumb.”
He pulls me in and kisses me—slow, deliberate, grounding, and dizzying all at once.
“Well, I guess I need to make it up to you, Kathy,” I tell her. “Sure, you can have that franchise location. Go nuts.” Kathy and Brinley scream. “Guess my family is entrenched.”
“Do I get an apology?” Fitz grins.
“I’m sorry, Fitz. I do love you. That’s not really fair to treat you like you committed a crime just because of shit that happened to me in high school. I guess I just sort of thought I’d never have, you know, the happily ever after, the big wedding, the handsome rich husband.”
“To be fair, he’s not actually all that great,” his brother Salinger says dryly. “He’s more of a bottom-of-the-barrel Svensson brother. Like third or fourth tier at best.”
“Do you love me enough to marry me?” Fitz smiles softly at me.
“No!” Kathy explodes. “This is not how you propose to my sister!”
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FITZ
Ifinally kick my family and hers out of my house.
Finally, I get her all to myself.
“I do love you,” she whispers in my ear.
“No, no. I love you,” I tell her sincerely. “You don’t believe me.”
“Oh my god.”
“You think I’m just here for your hot body?” I ask.
She rolls her eyes.
“While I will objectify you sexually and, of course, will exploit your business-minded brain, I’m here for all of Winnie, Creampuff.”
“I know, I know. I’m sorry.”
“Then let me love you.”
I curl around her until it’s dark. Then I sneak off to change into my stalker outfit: the heavy boots, the gloves, the black clothes, and, of course, themask.
She’s asleep on the bed.
She’s just in a T-shirt.
I slip off her panties.
She murmurs, her legs shifting.
I want to linger in the heat between her legs.
Next time.
That’s not why I’m here now.
I jack off, getting myself nice and hard.
