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No new murders had occurred, and everyone was getting restless.
What was he waiting for? I knew he was here. Why not make a move?
I started to question if it was actually him. I couldn’t quiet the panic and fear I felt when I thought about what he had done to me. He was real and out there hiding in the shadows, biding his time.
As the days turned into weeks, the uncertainty gnawed at me. The lack of progress in finding him only fueled my growing frustration. But deep down, I knew he was always a cunning predator, carefully calculating his next move.
TWELVE
JAMES
It was another beautiful Saturday morning, and it was my day to shadow Ava.Butinstead of unlocking her shop like every Saturday, she headed towards the Farmer’s Market.
“Wait, no shop today?” I follow.
“In a bit.” She turned her head and smiled mischievously. “I want a muffin from the Farmer’s market first.”
I plan to protest, but when I see the smile on her face, I bite my tongue.
My curiosity was piqued, and I trailed behind her as she weaved through the bustling market. The vibrant colors and fragrant aromas filled the air, creating a lively atmosphere. As we approached a stall selling fresh flowers, the sun hit her beautiful brown hair just right, and she had this angelic glow surrounding her.
Holy shit.She is really gorgeous. And I don't think she realizes that she is. The way that I crave her very presence has me scratching my head. Her enthusiasm is contagious, and I can't help but be drawn to her and want to be around her. To see her smile, laugh, and converse with the locals is the real treat this morning.
The stall owner greets her with a warm smile, and she eagerly selects a bouquet of vibrant blooms.
I trail her through the market as she flits from booth to booth, buying produce, meats, and canned vegetables. When her arms are full, and she can’t carry anything else, I become her pack mule.
And I do it gladly.
I am enjoying this way more than I thought I would. There's a part of me that could see myself spending my days with her, following her around a farmer's market, watching her create bouquets for her customers. The way she bites her lip when she is concentrating on deciding which flowers to use, I don't know exactly when it happened, but this woman completely enthralls me.
They all seemed to adore her, asking about how her plants were coming along this year and making plans to stop by soon to visit. She happily engages with them, and I listen as they tell her how they missed her coming out to bingo night or that someone’s daughter found out they were pregnant, and she should come to the baby shower.
I chuckled to myself because I didn’t peg her as a bingo night kind of girl, but it made me smile. Her smile was contagious, and I could see why she stood out to the killer.
Her very being was likely why the killer couldn't let her go. She was different, and it was right in front of my face now. If the killer got to her again, he would never let her go. And I couldn't let him. No matter what the cost, I wouldn't let him have her. I would kill him first and risk everything for her.
She returned to me, eating a muffin, her eyes fluttering shut, and she moaned in pleasure.
My cock??? jumped, imagining her under me, moaning my name.
I collect these moments with her inside myself, with a newfound desperation to know every part of her.
"The best muffins in the entire world." She explained in between chewing. "Here, open your mouth."
I did.
Her fingers plopped a piece of a warm banana nut muffin into my mouth, and my eyes met hers as she watched me chew, waiting for my reaction. I savored how her fingers grazed my lips as she removed them, and I wanted more.
"So? What do you think?" She asked eagerly.
"I think I need another bite, just to be sure." I tease. I knew what I was asking her, but she didn't realize it was her that I wanted near me again. I needed her fingers near my lips just one more time to be sure.
Her lips curl at the end, and her cheeks flush red as she realizes I am flirting with her. She pulls apart another piece and brings it to my mouth. This time she is careful when she sets it in my mouth, but her hand still lingers there for the briefest moment, her eyes watching me as her curiosity is peaked.
I chew slower this time, leaving my eyes on her, and I raise a brow and smile. "These muffins are, in fact, tasty, but I prefer the taste of your muffins better."
