“Yeah.” I tighten my arm around her. They can’t be with her like I can.
I may not understand it, but right now, Evan is mine. I don’t usually keep girls, but there’s something about her that draws me.
The lock clicks as Hawk relocks it on his way out. I breathe in her woodsy scent. Fuck, maybe she was a mistake I couldn’t resist. She was always meant to be in my path, whether by Chase or her mother. Always meant to be mine.
Her phone buzzes on the nightstand.
Thinking it’s an alarm, I reach for it. I unlock it with the passcode she never told me. She was nice enough to unlock it right in front of the camera once.
Unknown:
You can block my number but I’ll always find you
You’re mine, Evan
I know where you live
I watch you get in your car
I can get to you
Don’t think I can’t
And next time I’ll finish what I started
Who the fuck is this? And what the fuck do they want with Evan? I take a screenshot and send it to my phone beforechecking the number. It’s local. I delete the picture from her phone and put it back on the nightstand.
“Evan,” I say softly. I need to watch her reaction to the messages. To get a clear view of what’s happening.
She makes this soft little noise and burrows into my neck.
I chuckle. “Little devil, I need you to wake up.”
“Too early.” She wraps her arm around my waist and throws her leg over mine.
“Your phone’s been blowing up.” Unable to resist, I slide my hand under her shirt and over her bare hip, squeezing her ass cheek. I can’t wait to fuck this ass.
“Really?” She lifts her head and blinks at me with those stormy eyes.
I gesture to where it sits on the nightstand. Her gaze jerks to it before she blinks at me again. Her gaze drops to my lips. Hunger, desire, heat. Fuck, we’ve created an insatiable monster.
“If you check it, maybe I’ll have time to fuck you before we need to get ready for school.” I arch an eyebrow.
She wets her lips and rolls to the side to grab her phone. When she unlocks the screen, her brow furrows, and as she reads, she becomes paler.
“What is it?” I ask like I have no idea what she’s reading. I don’t need her to change her passcode.
“I…” She puts her hand over her mouth and drags in a breath. Her stormy eyes meet mine. “I don’t know who it’s from.”
“What is it?”Come on, little devil. Tell me. Trust me.
She draws in a breath. “I think someone is fucking with me.”
“You mean besides us?”
She puts her phone on her chest and turns to meet my gaze. “It could be someone from my past or just someone trying to mess with me. Maybe they noticed you paying attention to me. Maybe it’s Chase. I don’t know. But honestly, it kind of scares me.”
It’s written on her face. “May I?”
