Page 16 of Resurrect Me

“No, no. You misunderstand. I don’t want your clothes. I want you to take off your clothes. In front of me. Right now.”

“In the window? My neighbors could be watching.”

“Maybe they are. Maybe they aren’t. Half the fun is not knowing.”

I’m admittedly wet by the prospect and want to get some real answers out of this guy. My mind flashes to Sol. He would tell me I’m crazy to trust this person. But he’s not here. So…

“Fine,” I text back. “What’s your name?”

“I can’t tell you until you strip,” he replies.

I huff and roll my eyes. Of course he would make me do it first. I look down at what I’m wearing. I pull the scrunchie out, allowing my chocolatey hair to fall gently on my shoulders.

“You can call me Aris.”

“What’s your last name?”

“I’m waiting…” he replies.

“For what?”

“For you to take something off.”

“That’s not fair! I asked you your name. You just told me your first name.”

“You didn’t specify. So, this is your second question. Stay dressed and get no answer.”

I peer down again and pull off my sock. Ha! He’s not getting me naked. I hold it up and press it against the window.

“King.”

What a strange name. Yet beautiful. Aris King.

“Have you ever stalked someone before, or am I your first victim, Aris?” I remove my other sock and dangle it in the window.

“You’re my first and my last.”

What does that mean? Does he have to be so damn cryptic?

“Why me?”

“Tsk. Tsk. You forgot something.”

Fuck. He caught me. I thought I’d get away with it. I’ve run out of discreet clothing to remove. I run my hand over the bracelet Sol gave me for our tenth wedding anniversary.

DING.

“Not the bracelet. Keep that on. Jewelry doesn’t count, Babydoll.”

I grab the hem of my t-shirt and slide it over my head. Exposing my pink mesh bra beneath. I drop my T-shirt on the floor and stand in the window. Bared to the world. Half naked in front of my stalker. Nipples hard and straining against the delicate fabric.

I see his screen light up again. See movement as he answers.

“Because you’re the only one I want.”

My heart skips a beat. My clit throbs. I’m suddenly embarrassed of my nakedness. And that I’ve fallen for this psycho’s perversions. But…the truth is…I like it. I want more. So, I ask him another question. I’m conflicted, but in the best way.

“Will I ever get to see your face?”

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