I let my weight go, falling on top of her and creating a little cocoon around her as if to stop reality and stop all the bad shit from intruding on us. As if like this, I would be able to keep her forever, safe and sound.
I’d follow her anywhere to make it so.
Even in death.
* * *
I openedthe door for Lia, my eyes taking her in from head to toe. The only disadvantage of being with her as her stalker—the name she so aptly gave me—was the fact that I wasn't able to see her face in the light.
And fuck if I didn’t miss it… miss her.
“Hey,” she said cautiously, her eyes roaming over my face, as if she searched hard enough, she might be able to find the answer.
I held in my smile. She should know that getting the truth from me was as easy as her simply asking. I wouldn’t ever lie to her. Whether or not she could accept the answer was a different story, but the answer would be the same, no matter what.
She just had to ask:Mael, are you my stalker?
Lia was smart. I knew she suspected it, but there was a part of her that wished it wasn’t true, so now her brain was searching for all the clues to support that.
“Come on in, baby,” I said, moving off to the side just enough for her to squeeze through. She looked at me, then at the small space, then back at me, hesitating.
“Why don’t we spend the night at my apartment?”
I couldn’t help it.
I smiled then. Smart girl. I couldn’t possibly be in two places at once.
“You’re already here, aren’t you?” I asked.
She nodded. Couldn’t argue with that logic.
“Next time,” I conceded. “Next time, we’ll spend the night at your place.”
Her shoulders relaxed. “Yeah?”
I nodded. “Aren’t you gonna come in?”
Again, that small hesitation.
“Are you afraid I might not let you leave if you come in?”
Her chin rose in challenge from the tone of my voice as she pushed her way inside, brushing up against me as she did.
I closed the door and wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her in close to me and pressing a kiss on her cheek. “That does sound tempting though.”
She glanced sideways at me, letting out a small chuckle that was half amused, half nervous. “Don’t joke about something like that.”
I didn’t say anything to that. I was about to kiss her again when she pushed me away, walking further into the apartment. I stalked her movement with my eyes and watched as she walked up to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking out at the city. The lights glittered in and out in front of us. I walked up to her, leaning down and pressing my lips on her neck.
She tensed slightly for a quick second before relaxing back into my arms.
That’s my girl.
She tilted her head to the side to give me better access. I ran my lips up and down the soft skin there, resting my hand on her stomach, pulling her back until she felt my hard-on.
I could see her reflection in the window, could see the way her mouth fell open as pleasure etched into every facet of her face. I could see the way her hands were balled into tight fists as if she was afraid she might lose control of herself and reach out to touch me.
I grabbed her arms and pulled them until she had them twisted around my neck. Her fingers played with the strands of hair at the nape of my neck, urging me on. I leaned down and took her lips with mine, kissing her with everything in me.