Page 184 of Love Me Stalk Me
I watch her eyes widen slightly, her breath catching.
Then, I press my lips to hers. Like I’m trying to kiss every single bad thought out of her head. Like I’m rewriting the way she sees herself, one brush of my mouth at a time.
When I pull back, her eyes are glassy. She just stares at me for a second, stunned. Then she tucks herself against my chest, curling back into me.
Her voice is barely above a whisper. "I don't understand what I did to deserve you."
My arms tighten around her. I press another kiss to her temple, lingering there for a beat, letting my breath fan against her skin. "You don't have to understand it, pretty girl," I murmur. "You just have to believe it."
"I want to get to know you more," she murmurs.
My movements are soft and easy against her skin. "What's there to know?"
She tilts her head up, narrowing her eyes. "Oh, come on, Callahan. There's plenty."
I chuckle, shaking my head. "Like what?"
"Well, for one, we're obviously trauma bonded at this point—at least, I am."
I bark out a laugh. "That's healthy."
She snickers. "Super healthy. But seriously. I want to know the stupid stuff about you."
I arch a brow. "Stupid stuff?"
She nods, looking up at me. "Yeah. Like your favorite color, your first car, and—oh, I don't know—whether or not you think you could take a chimp in a fight."
I stare at her. She stares back. Then, I burst out laughing. "Okay, first of all, what kind of fucking question is that?"
She shrugs innocently. "A valid one. You're all big and muscly. You look like you could punch through a brick wall. I'm just saying—could you take a chimp?"
I rub a hand over my face. "Izzy, chimps are fucking terrifying. That's a death sentence."
She gasps, dramatically clutching her chest. "You mean to tell me that Callahan, big strong security man, could lose to a chimpanzee?"
"Absolutely. Those fuckers go for the face first. I'd be dead in five seconds."
She bursts into laughter, burying her face in my chest.
I love the sound of it, loving the way she relaxes against me.
"Okay, okay, next question," I say, playing along.
She lifts her head. "Favorite color?"
I tilt my head, thinking. "Green, I guess."
Her eyes sparkle. "Like your eyes?"
I chuckle. "Something like that."
She nods, satisfied. "Mine's blue."
I smirk. "Like my favorite pair of panties you own?"
Her mouth drops open, a scandalized gasp slipping out before she swats at my chest. "You are ridiculous."
I catch her wrist before she can smack me again. "You love it."
