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But I can feel the energy. It’s different.

He’s here.

My legs are trembling as I turn back toward my bedroom.

He has to be here.

Closing the last few steps to my doorway, I pointedly ignore the bathroom and the fact I left the door open when I went in there to pee.

I didn’t know.

How could I have known?

Tremors race up and down my limbs.

This is what I wanted.

What I asked for.

And now it’s time.

CHAPTER19

Nero

She’s so fucking beautiful.

Her soft breaths fanning the hair that’s fallen across her cheek.

The blankets are pulled up over her shoulders, and even though the bed looks small and uncomfortable, the blanket is thick, so I know she’s warm.

Perfectly warm.

Fuck, I want to touch her. That softsoftskin, the heat of sleep relaxing all her muscles. Leaving her limber. Ready.

My cock starts to harden.

Okay, arguably, this is the creepiest thing I’ve ever done. Standing in the corner of a sleeping woman’s room, watching her when she doesn’t know I’m here. Soaking in the scent ofher. The colors and textures and expressions ofher.

But she wants me here.

And I can’t shake this feeling that she needs me.

I can’t offer her what she’s really seeking, can’t give her a future or happiness, but I can give herthis. I can give her tonight. Give her pleasure.

Payton makes a soft sound, and my body goes taut. She shifts, her eyes squeezing closed, another murmur working its way out of her chest.

My left foot lifts, readying myself to reach out and comfort her. But before I can step my leg forward, Payton’s eyes pop open on a gasp.

I carefully lower my foot back to the carpet, holding my body completely still.

“Shit.” Her whisper might as well be a shout with the way it hits me and reverberates around in my skull.

She lays there for a moment, looking at the ceiling, and I wonder the best way to announce my presence. I’m certain that open door was an invitation. Still, there’s no way for me to let her know I’m standing here, in the dark, without scaring her.

Payton lets out a small groan, and I watch with rapt attention as she shoves the blanket off her body and climbs out of the bed. Even with the curtains closed, there’s enough streetlight filtering in around the edges of the window to highlight the bare skin of her thighs.

I’ve never seen her like this. Not up close.

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