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Thanks for joining me today. It's been so fun writing this little stalker fic, and I am finding some joy in doing so. Some ppl are concerned about Bella's character in this fic, and all I can say is, I write what comes to me.
What I see in my head is what you wind up getting. I apologize if you don't wind up enjoying it but that's the simple truth. Anyway. Thanks for reading my wicked imagination.
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Edward-
She wobbled when she stood. Her friend was too occupied by the bartender to notice. She leaned in whispering something to the girl, and with another fleeting glance in my direction, she headed to the front door.
Slapping a twenty on the table, I pushed away from my seat and did what I did best. Followed. Some would say stalked, but that seemed a bit harsh. I wasn't a bad, devious guy with ill intent. I just liked what I liked.
She was standing near the curb when I came to stand on the sidewalk. Inhaling deeply, I relished the cool air expanding in my lungs, whispering across my heated skin. She must've realized I stood behind her because she went stiff, yet didn't even look over her shoulder.
She was warring with herself. I could tell by her stance. She was immobilized by fear but held steady by courage. Even from here, I could hear her indrawn breath when she gasped.
My gaze dropped to her hips. She'd been flexing those thighs all night. My body instinctively responded to hers, my cock hard as a spike, leaving me trying to adjust the length.
Was she aroused by my attention? The way she'd squirmed on her stool told me she was. I sniffed the air, trying to catch a whiff of her scent from this distance. Unfortunately, I stood too far away, and I did something completely out of character, moving closer until she stood only an inch away.
Her breathing faltered. I heard the pitch change, noticed the way her head tipped slightly as if she were listening for my footsteps. The shell of her ear peeked out of the heavy fall of her chocolate hair, and the tip of my tongue tingled. This time when I inhaled, the vanilla fragrance she wore teased my senses, like warm frosted cupcakes.
Damn, I wanted a lick. The temptation held me grounded, and I couldn't look away. It took all of my self-control not to bury my nose in her hair.
Fuck.
The strings began to unravel and just when I would've bent forward, a car turned the corner.
The sound of approaching tires caught her attention and she shivered. Was she cold? Was she scared? Was it a mix of the two?
I wouldn't ask because really I didn't want to know. In my mind, she shivered from my warmth seeping into her back. Her tremble was a sign that I affected her. The way she shifted toward me, ever so slightly, was her searching for me.
I exhaled louder than usual. She jumped slightly, and a thrill shot to my balls. I wanted to lift the hem of her skirt and discover what panties she wore.
Her Uber pulled to the curb, and the window came down. The driver's head dipped as his gaze darted between her and me. "Are you two sharing a ride?"
I backed off an inch. I wouldn't force myself on her and if she was too scared to share a ride then I would most definitely catch up with her in the morning. She surprised me, however, nodding in response, saying, "Sure. There is enough room for two."
Her fingers shook as she reached for the handle. The tips turned white as she pulled it open, and slid inside, her body turned in my direction as she got comfortable on the seat. I stared her in the eye as I dropped down beside her.
Her thighs contracted again. My fingers curled in response. I wanted to reach across the distance separating us, and slide my hand up her skirt, find her heat, feel her pussy pulse around my fingers.
Her eyes widened slightly as if she could read my thoughts, and if my imagination wasn't playing tricks on me, her knees parted. What would she do if I buried my fingers into her tight, sweet pussy?
She might scream, but I didn't think so. I didn't give in to the craving. I merely held her gaze, watching the way her lips parted on a deep breath, almost a sigh.
Was that disappointment? Was it shock? The sound spoke to a spot deep inside me.
Before I could change my mind, the driver pulled up outside her apartment building. Her lashes fluttered and she tore her eyes from mine. Her cherry lips pressed into a thin line as she stepped out into the night.
Tipping the driver, I too, left the car. I listened to the heels of her boots as she hurried toward the apartment building. She never looked in my direction as she went inside. I counted to fifty and the light to her apartment came on.
Curious to see what she would do, I waited, watching as her shadow crossed in front of the closed blinds. Then as if she was drawn to me, I saw her peek between two slates, searching for me.
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