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He didn’t say anything. Then his hand moved down to cup me between my legs. I tensed.

“Anything I can do to help?” he asked, his hot breath fanning over the skin on the back of my neck.

“I doubt it. Do you really thinkthiswould help?”

He chuckled. “This is my pussy. It always helps when I give it some loving attention.”

I elbowed him in the stomach. He pinched my nipple in retaliation.

“You’re fucking crazy,” I said, trying to move away. He pulled me back to his hard body.

“Tell me something I don’t already know.”

Perhaps I should be scared of a man who could so casually admit to being crazy.

I shook my head.

“Let’s get you naked first,” he whispered against my skin.

I put up a half-hearted protest, which proved to be pointless, considering how fast he managed to strip me of my clothes under the sheets.

He let out a small sigh as he pulled me in closer to him. “That’s better.”

“Is it?” I asked, the sarcasm heavy in my voice.

He playfully grabbed one of my breasts, his other hand cupping over my bare pussy, messing with my mind. “Better. Everything’s better when I can feel all of you.”

His tone was serious, telling me he really did believe what he said.

That was just about the sweetest and creepiest thing anyone had said to me. It didn't matter that I hadn’t fought him off all that much.

Even his touch reminded me of Mael.

What would I do if hewasMael?

What would I do if hewasn’t?

“Stalker?”

“Hmm?”

“Why do you hide your face from me?”

He didn’t answer me. I forged on. “Is it because I know you?”

He made a small, noncommittal sound in the back of his throat.

“Have we met?”

The silence that followed was loud and clear. For a moment, I didn’t think he was going to answer me. Then he surprised me when he said, “Yes.”

I let out a stuttering breath of air, trying to take in his words. It didn’t mean he was Mael. Their voices weren’t even the same.

And at this point, I didn’t know which one I wanted to be the case—for him to be Mael or for him to not be. Would he answer me honestly if I asked him?

And how would I react if he said he was? If he confessed? If I reached out and turned on the lamp, bathing the room in light, and saw Mael’s face?

What would I do?

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