Page 49 of Love Me Stalk Me

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I hesitate.

I could send her a message as Caleb.

I could call her as Cal. Tell her I need to go over something with her. Give her an excuse to stay put, to breathe, to collect herself.

But before I can even move—she wipes her tears away.

One deep breath.

Then another.

She grips the steering wheel, reigning herself in. Her face transforms, the emotions disappearing behind a carefully constructed mask.

And just like that, the walls are back up.

She starts the car.

And pulls out of the garage, as if none of it ever happened.

I track her GPS signal, watching as she drives home, following every turn, every stoplight. The blue dot moves steadily across my screen, winding through the city streets toward her apartment.

And then, once she's parked outside her apartment complex, I wait.

Hoping that when she gets inside, when she locks the door behind her?—

She'll want to talk to Caleb.

NOW CHATTING WITH CALEB

Caleb

Good morning, pretty girl. Make sure you eat something today.

I mean it. No skipping meals.

Pretty Girl

Do you prefer soft, needy moans or the kind that sound like I can’t take it anymore? Asking for a friend.

Oh my god. That was NOT me. Ignore that. Seriously. That was a mistake.

A mistake?

Yes. A HUGE mistake.

One that should never be spoken of again.

Not even a little?

Nope. Never. Gone. Wiped from existence.

Hmm.

Hmm?

Just thinking.

About?

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