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“It’s ok.” I laugh. If I don’t laugh, I’ll cry. Bianca comes over and gives me a big hug, as a way of an apology. The tears come thick and fast now.
“Oh Sabrina, I didn’t mean to upset you. I’m really sorry.”
“It’s not that” I choke between sobs.“It’s just….so much has happened in the last twelve hours that I don’t even know how to begin to process it. My apartment being broken into is one thing, but Michael admitting that he’s been watching me is a completely different ball game. Honestly, Bi, I was furious when he told me. I feel so betrayed by him. The one person I thought was protecting me, invaded my privacy more than anyone.”
Bianca hands me a tissue and rubs my back as we sit on the sofa.
“I know it’s not ideal, honey, but it’s obviously clear that he wants to protect you. If you think about it, if he hadn’t had access to your cameras, today would have gone down a lot differently.”
I ponder this for a second and realize she’s right. I might not be here anymore. A shiver runs through my body at the thought.
"When you really think about it, a sexy cop watching you in order to serve and protect you is pretty hot! There’s something voyeuristic about that, don’t you think?” Trust Bianca to think like that. She’s a sexual predator who practically invented the karma sutra. I love my best friend to bits, but she is a horn dog.
The next morning, as I lay awake in Bianca’s spare bed, I think about the conversation Bianca and I had the night before. When I push past my gratitude for the stalking that saved my life, I find something else there, something that digs its claws into my thighs and nips at the sensitive skin.
I think I like that Michael’s eyes were on me without my knowledge. The possessiveness of the gesture lights my insides on fire in the best way.
The realization that Michael’s behavior turns me on hits me like a train. I shut down and made him leave as a knee-jerk reaction because I was scared and confused. He probably thinks I hate him.
God. I have to apologize.
I get dressed, grab a bagel from Bianca’s kitchen counter and kiss her on the top of her head as she’s sat at the breakfast bar.
“Where are you going?”
“I’ve got a cop I need to see. Thanks Bianca. For everything”
She wishes me good luck and blows me a kiss as I’m already halfway out the front door.
Anxiety grips at me as I drive across town. My hands are tight on the wheel, and I can’t stop glancing in my rear view mirror. I know it’s irrational, but I keep expecting someone to jump out from the back seats to attack me.
I pull into the parking lot, relieved to see Michael’s squad car in its usual spot. Then, after killing my vehicle’s engine, I hop out and race into the building. I fly up the stairs and when I get to his door, I’m out of breath. Still, I knock three times before taking a step back and quickly run a hand through my wild hair.
“Sabrina?” Michael asks when he opens the door. There are dark circles under his eyes, and his hair is a mess. From the looks of it he didn’t sleep much either. “What are you doing here?”
“I wanted to talk to you,” I say, my heart racing. “About yesterday.”
“We don’t need to talk,” he says, taking a step back to reveal his living room. It’s bare, save for his couch and a mountain of boxes. “I’m sorry. I’m going to leave you alone now, I promise.”
“You’re leaving?” I ask as my blood runs cold. “No. Why?”
“Why?” he parrots, cocking his head to the side. “What do you mean?”
“You can’t leave,” I tell him, my eyes going wide as panic starts to set in. “I don’t want you to.”
“I thought–”
“I like that you were watching me,” I blurt, cutting him off. He stares at me, shocked, so I keep talking. “If it weren’t for that, I might be dead right now. You protected me and kept me safe. I’m so thankful for that.”
There’s still disbelief etched into all of his features as he scratches his head. I swallow down the nervousness that threatens to rise at the thought of my next words.
“I actually think it’s really hot that you were watching me without me knowing,” I say, taking a step forward and resting a hand on his chest. “It makes me feel like you own me. You know, like I’m your possession to watch over.”
“Are you?” Michael says, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows harshly. “Are you mine?”
“Yes,” I breathe, my eyes falling closed as he dips down to kiss me.
This is unlike any other kiss we’ve shared. His mouth is insistent against my own as he nips at my lips. I whine into his mouth, and in response, he grabs me by my hips and yanks me into his apartment. The door slams closed, and he presses my back against it.
