Good. It means he feels something. Even if he won’t name it yet.
As the car turns onto my street, satisfaction hums low and steady in my chest.
Boundaries, Sebastian.
You’re trying to set them.
I’m just letting you see what that looks like.
Thursday is only the beginning.
He has no idea what he’s agreed to by not stopping me.
20
SEBASTIAN
I have no idea what I’m doing.
But I’m doing it anyway.
After spending the entire day being distracted by Ivy, I left work and headed to the nearest sporting goods store. I purchased a black hoodie, a pair of sweatpants, boots, and a pair of binoculars.
And now, here I am, crouched along the row of hedges near Ivy’s back patio, watching her move through the house through my binoculars.
Maybe this is a bit much, but I can’t help it.
Not after seeing her sitting with Aaron, laughing in a way I’d never seen her do with me.
Not after watching her leave the café without a backward glance.
The irony that I’m stalking my stalker isn’t lost on me.
But as they say, it is what it is.
Besides, she forced me into this. She should be at my house, fixing dinner.
But when I texted Drew and he askedwhether my stalker was coming over to make dinner or if he should order pizza, I knew the game had changed.
I tense as she opens the patio door and comes outside. My chest tightens when I see her wearing my sweatshirt over a pair of leggings.
She hasn’t gotten me out of her system.
My pulse races, and my dick grows hard. I don’t know why I like seeing her in my clothing, but it makes me hot.
She heads to the trash can and tosses the bag inside. Something flies out and lands on the ground. She bends over to retrieve it, and I nearly groan aloud.
Down, boy.I wince, shifting slightly to adjust my junk, the other hand still holding the binoculars…Get them off her ass.
She closes the lid and heads back inside, closing the door behind her. She doesn’t linger to turn the lock.
Of course she doesn’t.
Part of me is glad, while the other part wants to give her hell. What if that jackass, Silas, came after her again? Hell, the guy didn’t even have a drink at the bar before trying to drag her out to his car. Imagine if he were drunk?—
My hands are curled so tightly around the binoculars, I’m surprised I haven’t snapped them in half.
Blowing out a breath, I crack my neck, waiting for the tension to leave.
