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“I can’t sleep naked.”

“Why not?” he asked casually, as if he was asking me why the sky was blue.

“Because,” I said.

He wrapped his arms around me, one around my middle and the other pushed down between my legs.

“Sleep,” he said.

“I—”

He squeezed my pussy.

“Sleep, or I’ll tire you out enough so you can.”

That shut up any and every protest I might have had. I closed my eyes and tried to sleep.

24

LIA

Mael was busy.

Which meant I hadn’t seen him in two days.

Which meant I had spent two days in turmoil.

I closed my eyes, and the memory of that night kept popping up in my head, fucking with my mind a little more each time.

What was wrong with me?

It wasn’t like I was falling for my stalker. I wasn’t. I couldn’t. And it wasn’t like I was forgetting about Mael either. He was very much present in my mind, and the feelings I had for him were still strong, only…

It felt like my feelings toward my stalker had changed, and I didn’t know what to do with that.

Can you develop feelings for two men at the same time?

And I didn’t even know what the other man looked like.

I quickly shook away the thought. I wasn’t falling for my stalker.

My feelings were nothing more than a mix of loneliness, being messed up in the brain, and gratitude that he had been there the night that man had followed me home—like my very own twisted version of a knight in shining armor. And that would pass as long as he left me alone.

I closed my eyes at the thought. He wasn’t going to leave me alone.

I didn’t know what he wanted from me or how long it would take him to get what he wanted… A few months? Years?

A lifetime?

I felt him come inside my room before he even made himself known. It was his presence. He simply sucked up all the air in this small room and made it his, making me feel heavy and hopeless and overwhelmed all at the same time.

The light turned off like I knew it would. I was beginning to think he didn’t want me to see his face, not because he didn’t want me to know what he looked like but because I would recognize him if I saw him.

How unnerving.

I tried to think of all the men I knew who matched his physique—from what I had felt so far—but there weren’t many.

I didn’t know a lot of men who had muscles like his, apart from Mael. Which always made me wonder if Mael could’ve taken my stalker on if I had come clean about this with him from the beginning.

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