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I bury my head in his chest and breathe him in like a proper little stalker, my tears soaking his naked skin. He says nothing about the way I inhale him like a junkie.
“Casper,” I say, fear still thick in my throat.
“You’re safe, sweetheart.”
Safe isn’t something I usually associate with Casper Hart. There’s only been one other time. He doesn’t always make me feel protected, except for right now when I’m shocked to realise that I didn’t call him because of his proximity.
After calling the cops, I didn’t think at all. I just wanted him.
My call to Casper was instinctual.Fuck.I bet that was because he stepped in to help Freya and me when we heard a noise the last time.
I cling to him like a spider monkey and suck in a ragged gulp of air. Oxygen mixed withhimis an intoxicating combination that makes me lightheaded, but that might just be the shock. He tucks my head under his chin while I continue to cry into his bare chest.
“Have they definitely gone?” I ask.
“I heard the back door slam just before I got here.”
“I heard that, too. Did you see them out the back?”
“I didn’t see anything, Ainsley. I came straight for you.”
In the distance, I hear a siren, but it’s his words that have the most soothing effect.
I came straight for you.
“Come on, let’s go downstairs. Take my hand, I won’t let go.”
I let my legs take my weight and peel myself off Casper rather sheepishly. He drops his hand from my face slowly, his fingertips softly grazing my skin, wiping a tear as he goes.
There are more of my tears on his skin, but he doesn’t wipe those, if he even realises they’re there at all. I watch one slide between his pec.
He takes my hand. “Ainsley, are you okay?”
“I am now. It was just… I was… scared.”
My stomach’s tied in knots, and I feel like I might lose my toast and chocolate dinner. Other than that, I feel great.
Scared is underselling it, but I don’t want to be a drama queen. He’s already had me throw myself at him and cry, my tears now slowly drying on his chest.
“It must have been terrifying,” he replies, scratching the back of his neck with his free hand. “For a second there, I thought I might have to avenge your death.”
“Pull a John Wick. That’s kind of sexy.”
Neither of us are usually into any kind of banter, but trying at least makes me feel a bit more normal.
“Come on.” He pulls my hand and leads me downstairs.
I’ve never held his hand properly before. It’s warm with a strong possessive grip I don’t want to let go of. I bet he’s one of those men who squeeze as hard as they can during a handshake to assert their dominance.
There is nothing limp about this man.
Casper sits me, almost literally, on the sofa. “Do you need anything?” he asks as the siren grows closer.
“No, I’m fine.”
He arches a dark brow but doesn’t challenge me. We both know I’m not fine, but there’s no point dwelling on it.
“I-I don’t want to be alone when the police leave.”
