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was blank of emotion. It infuriated me that I didn’t know what she was thinking.

After I removed my shoes, I reached into the concealed ottoman and pulled out a blanket. I

got as comfortable as I could. I watched her until she turned away from my gaze. I wanted so badly to

lie beside her. We didn’t have to have sex. I just wanted to touch her, breathe her in, but I knew that

wouldn’t be happening anytime soon.

I pretended to be asleep until I heard her lightly snoring. Thirty-seven minutes. It had taken her

thirty-seven minutes to fall into a comfortable sleep after I’d revealed I’d been watching her for

years. That wasn’t normal.

Normal women would be too scared to sleep. They’d be screaming and crying, trying to find a

way to escape. They’d be afraid. Though she might have been genuinely frightened when she first

woke up—even I would have been a bit put off after waking up tied to a bed with a familiar stranger

watching me— however, after the initial shock wore off, she’d been running on anger.

Her reaction confirmed to me what I knew all along; she was like me. I held my breath,

careful not to wake her. I got up and walked as quietly as I could over to the bed. The thick carpet

helped to mask my footsteps. She was lying comfortably on her back, legs spread and her mouth

slightly ajar. She’d kicked the cover off. Her shirt had risen just below her breast and her hands lay

on her inner thighs. Her smooth dark skin tempted me to touch. I dug my nails into my palms. It wasn’t

time for that. We had more to discuss. There was so much more she needed to know.

I wondered how she’d react when I told her I knew her secrets. All of them.

S I X

Eve’s sophomore year had been eye opening. By chance, I’d seen her out one Saturday night

about three weeks after fall semester started. She was driving down a popular crowded strip that

was lined with clubs. I’d walked away from my colleagues to follow her when she emerged from the

parking garage.

She was dressed differently than I’d ever seen her. Her wild curly hair was loose around

her shoulders. She wore light makeup and her lips were painted blood red making her usually

young face appear older, sensual. I kept my distance. Despite being in five-inch stiletto heels she

moved quickly. Her steps never faltered. Her red bandage dress clung to her like a second skin.

She walked with purpose, ignoring the men trying to get her attention. Many eyes were on her, but

it seemed she hardly noticed.

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