Page 61 of They Are Mine

Where he watches… brainy bitches come and go.

I can’t decide if that’s better.

I mean, sure, it’s quieter. Controlled. Safe.

But college girls?

They’re so young. Fresh-faced, wide-eyed, soft.

And a man like him? They would swoon.

They probably giggle behind their coffee cups, whisper to their friends, steal glances while he patrols.

They probably think they have a chance with him.

That’s almost funny.

Because they don’t love him.

They don’t even know him.

They just lust after him.

And I don’t lust.

I love. I claim.

My fingers flex against the wheel, slow and even.

Focus.

This isn’t coincidence. This is a sign.

I knew he was the type to work security. I knew he had the discipline. The control. The power.

And now?

Now I know where to find him.

Where to put myself in his path. Where to start making him notice me.

A smile curls at my lips, slow and satisfied.

Because this is inevitable.

I can already picture it.

A day, not far from now. Me with a stack of books in my arms, teetering, ready to fall, except I make sure they do.

They hit the pavement, and I gasp, small, helpless, adorable.

And he’s there.

Big, broad hands scooping them up, voice low, steady. “You okay, sweetheart?”

Or maybe…

Maybe he notices me before I speak. Maybe he watches me walk across campus, gaze dark and assessing, lingering just a second too long.

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