Page 87 of Creep

Was he a customer from the coffee shop? Or from my college days? Did we have a class together?

I shook my head. Surely, I would have remembered. He would have stood out, wouldn’t he?

Much like he had done before, he wrapped his arms around me from behind and pulled me in close to his body.

Close enough that I could feel the hard planes of his muscles and take in his scent, somehow both familiar and not.

I resisted the urge to melt into him, wondering when I had become one of those people who had no control over their actions.

“What are you doing, just standing in the middle of the room?” he asked.

“I’m trying to decide whether or not I know you,” I said. I felt him still behind me. It was a small movement, and I normally wouldn’t have noticed had he not turned off the light, making my other senses heightened.

“And what have you decided? Do you know me? Have we met before?”

“Well, we obviously have met before. It probably kick-started your obsession with me,” I said nonchalantly.

“One look was all it took,” he said, his voice low.

I let out a stuttering breath. “One look.”

“One look,” he confirmed. “I knew you were mine then.”

Any thoughts that he might get bored with me after a few months died a quick death.

“You’re crazy.”

I felt him shrug as if he couldn’t care less.

“Unhinged.”

“Perhaps,” he responded, his hand moving around and pulling on my shirt.

“What are you doing?” I asked, but it was too late. He had my shirt pulled up over my head before I could so much as blink.

“Getting you naked,” he replied, cupping my breasts with his huge hands, playing with the heavy globes.

“Why?”

“Because I fucking missed you. Missed these.”

He toyed with my nipples as he said it, sending a sharp sting of pleasure straight to my clit.

“I—”

He tugged on my shorts and panties, pushing them down my legs and lifting me up.

He threw me on the bed, and I watched his shadow move. It looked like… he was taking off his clothes as well. That was confirmed when he joined me in bed, and all I felt was skin.

I tried to inch away, but he grabbed my legs and pulled me back.

“Where are you going?” he asked.

“I— Shouldn’t we talk about this?”

“So talk,” he said casually, maneuvering me around until I was sitting on his stomach. I jumped when I felt his erection brush up against me.

“What are you doing?”

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