Infatuation.
Closer to addiction than love.
I got to the bathroom and shut the door behind me.
Limerence—
No sooner had I shut the door than it opened.
“Excuse me,” I said, then stopped.
Tall, muscular, all black. Arms folded.
He shut the door behind him, leaning against the closed door, one leg propped. Arms folded.
“Hey, Maniac.”
Void.
chapter
twenty-five
CALDER
I tried to fight it. Really. I did.
Then Shay went on a fucking date.
Her eyes narrowed, and she folded her arms. “The normal thing to do would be to send a message.”
I stepped closer, looking her up and down. Fuck. She was hot.
“I should call the police.”
“You should,” I agreed, hand curling around the back of her neck.
I searched her eyes, looking for the slightest hesitation. Any inkling that she didn’t want this. That she was disgusted by me andwouldcall the police.
Her cheeks flushed, and she angled her body closer.
“How did you find me?” she asked.
I dragged her closer by the back of her neck, tilting her head to see her eyes. My hand spanned the width of her neck, thumb at the base of her skull, finger at the delicate top notch of her spine.
“I never stopped watching you,” I said. As I spoke, I pushed her flush against the wall. It was a confession as much asa warning—see how fucked up I am, see the depths of my depravity, and run.
“That’s not good.” Her voice turned soft, husky, and she arched into me. Fuckingarched.
“I’mnot good.”
If I were good, I wouldn’t be here. If I were at least decent, I’d leave. Not try to dig into that glimmering, dark curiosity in her doe eyes.
My grip tightened slightly on her neck. “On a date?”
She drew closer, until our noses nearly touched.
I fought the urge to kiss her.
