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“You’re staring,” he says softly, and he chuckles when she looks away. “So, you don’t think I’m so bad looking after all, huh?”
She scoffs in disbelief.
He’s impossible.
He finally stands and makes his way to the other side of the couch, and she doesn’t attempt to run.
She probably should, but the man just broke federal law to make sure she had the medication she needed.
“You were smart to not go to the hospital,” he says. “Have you been watching the news?”
“Not since the other day,” she admits, relief flowing through her as the suppressants start to kick in.
He can stay a little longer, she supposes. Then, she’ll kick him out.
“Hmm. You probably shouldn’t then. It’s not a good time to be an Omega,” he says, smirking. “You never know what could happen to you.”
His scent, calming and delicious, caresses her. He shouldn’t smell so good; he shouldn’t be so tempting.
Snap out of it. It’s hormones.
He’s still a stalker, still a literalpsychopathwho broke into her home—
“Luckily, you have me now,” he adds.
She swallows down her retort, knowing she’s not in any condition to argue with him.
And partly because a tiny part of her likes that idea.
She’s neverhadanyone. Of course, she’s had her parents, her sister, her boss…but no one has willingly wanted to belong to her.
It makes her head spin.
“I don’t even know your name,” she says as evenly as she can. “You’re still a stranger to me.”
He shifts closer on the couch, and sheknowsshe should move away, but she stays in place. “Really? You let a stranger tuck you in, cook you dinner,andfeed your cat? I can’t wait to see how you treat me when we’re finally on a first name basis.” He smiles, and the dimples show again.
He’s equal parts terrifying and sexy.
IT’S JUST THE HORMONES!
“I didn’tletyou in,” she argues weakly, doing her best to ignore the ache in her chest. “You broke into my house. Twice.”
“More than twice, actually, but we can agree to disagree,” he says, amused when she gives him a startled look. “I know, baby, you’re tired. It’s okay. You’re still the smartest girl in the world to me.”
She squirms uncomfortably, suddenly aware of the fresh gush of slick dripping out of her cunt.
He must smell it, yet he keeps his distance on the other end of the couch, his body language open and relaxed.
This is madness.
“I really need you to leave—”
“Julian.”
“What?”
“My name is Julian,” he confirms. “Now I’m not a stranger to you.”
