Page 17 of In Too Deep


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“What?”

“Why are you outside my window?”

“I told you that already. I was watching you.”

“You couldn’t just knock on the door?” she smiles slightly. Fuck, that smile is perfect too.

“No.”

“Why?”

“That would mean you would know I’m here,” I tell her. Her smile fades as she looks at me as if I’m crazy, and I am. I shouldn’t be telling her any of this. Not a single word, but what does it matter now that she’s seen me?

“I don’t understand,” she says softly. “You didn’t want to see me?”

“I didn’t want you to see me,” I tell her.

“Why not?”

“That would defeat the purpose of me stalking you.” Her head jerks back, and she scoots herself away from the window. She doesn’t know what to say now. She doesn’t know how to feel knowing I stalk her. I remain a moment longer when she moves back toward the window. My little lamb is intrigued now.

“What do you mean by that?”

“You know what stalking is, yes?” She nods her head. “Then you understand exactly what I meant.” Instead of waiting for her to say anything further, I turn and walk away.

I head back down the block and climb into my car when I see her. She’s walking down the street directly toward me. I sigh and pull out a cigarette, lighting it up as she approaches my car. She bangs on the tinted glass, and I roll the window down.

“Get out,” she demands, and my cock hardens. Fuck, listen to her talking to me like that.

“No.”

“Get out of the fucking car!” This time, her tone is harsher, and I love it. I open the door, climb out with my cigarette hanging between my lips, and stare at her, waiting for her next move.

“You can’t just do that.”

“Do what?” I ask.

“Stalk me, asshole. You can’t stalk me!”

“I can and I will. I have for a long time.” Now, she steps back a little, and I counter that step. I step into her space, causing her to suck in a breath.

“What did you say?”

“I said I have been for a long time now. Almost eight months, to be exact.”

“What? Why?”

“Why not? I see something I like to look at,” I tell her.

“What is there to look at?” she asks as if she has no idea. Maybe she doesn’t. Maybe she doesn’t realize she’s beautiful to me.

“You.”

“There’s nothing about me worth looking at.” Now, I take a drag from my cigarette and blow smoke into the air before flicking it to the ground. I step closer to her, cupping her cheek in my hand.

“Then you aren’t looking, Sage.”

“What exactly do you want from me?” she asks softly. I chuckle darkly as I shake my head.

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