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Oh my God, what’s wrong with me?
But even as that worrying realization swept through me, the craving to see him burned deeper. Stronger.
I wanted to be woken in the middle of the night by his tall, hard body curling around mine. I wanted the seductive, possessive way he grabbed my hand and breathed me in. I wanted him.
“You’re thinking about him, aren’t you?” Cora asked, breaking me out of my internal war. When my gaze snapped to hers, she said, “I can see it. It’s all over your face.”
“Is there something wrong with me for wanting him?” I asked under my breath, the words wrapped in dread and hesitation.
Cora clicked her tongue and touched my arm in a telling way that made me want to beg her not to answer. “Honey, once again, two words: Ted Bundy.”
A heaving breath left me as I let her words sink in and make me doubt the need and craving twisting through my veins.
“He had women falling in love with him and falling all over themselves because of how charming he was. But you heard Rorie...”
“I know,” I muttered as she continued without stopping.
“And this Digging guy is probably incredibly charming and super hot. But that doesn’t mean you let him break into your apartment to sleep with you.”
“Say that a little louder for the people across the shop,” I muttered as humiliation washed over me.
“Sorry. I’m sorry,” she added on a whisper, then turned to look around us before conceding, “Even if he isn’t some serial killer, what he’s doing still isn’t okay. You need to protect yourself, Willow.”
My head bounced in something that might’ve been a nod. Logically, I knew it was wrong and creepy and so many things. I knew what Cora and Rorie were saying was right.
Logically...
But everything in my body and soul continued screaming that I was safe whenever he was there.
With another sigh, I looked up to meet her concerned stare just as the people in front of us finished ordering. My gaze automatically followed them to where a cluster of people waited for orders and snapped back in that direction because he was there.
Standing right there.
Tapping on his phone and oblivious to the fact that I was a dozen feet away.
I bumped into Cora when I took too large of a step forward and mumbled an apology but was unable to look away.
The one and only time I’d seen Diggs outside my apartment had been that first night at the bar. To see him now, like this, after everything I’d been told and reprimanded about in the past half hour...
I still wanted to fall into his arms. I wanted the firm, fierce way he always claimed my mouth before he backed off, giving the softest, sweetest kiss that made me melt into him.
“Coffee?”
I wanted the way he held me as if I was his.
“Willow, do you want coffee?” Cora asked again, finally grabbing my attention.
I blinked quickly and focused on her for the span of a second. “Yes, sorry. Sorry, whatever you’re getting. Just get me that.” I scrambled to dig my wallet out of my purse as my gaze continuously drifted back to him, then handed over my card. “I’ve got this.”
“You don’t—”
“Cora, he’s here,” I hissed, cutting her off.
“Who?” A gasp tore from her before I ever began to answer. “No,” she breathed, drawing out the word before she hurried to finish ordering in an overly bright voice.
“He’s waiting to pick up an order,” I said once she was done, keeping my words soft enough that only she would hear. “Tall. Dark, messy hair. And—”
“Handsome?” she asked on a tease as she handed my card back to me.
