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Edward-

The night I masturbated outside her apartment, was a week ago, yet the very next morning I was in that subway car waiting. When she stepped on ten minutes later, she was more attentive to her surroundings, her beautiful eyes darting here and there, looking for me. I contemplated staying out of her view, normally that's my jam.

To my surprise, however, I moved out from behind the people hiding my presence, and like that night at The Dead Rabbit, her gaze found mine. My chest had constricted, feeling the burning intrigue glaring at me, and every muscle went taut, my cock harder than the night I'd shared her Uber.

Her throat worked as she swallowed, shocked, yet pleased by my presence. A wave of pleasure skated across my skin, another surprise. I could smell her vanilla scent from there, and I wondered if she was wet as I was hard.

I had little doubt she'd found her release that night in front of the window. My only objection was the fact I hadn't been there to lick the cum from her fingers. I could practically smell her arousal from where I stood. Her lips parted and her eyes went wide, and the beast within me roared with satisfaction.

Whether she was frightened or aroused made no difference, both emotions speaking to me in an odd way. This was so unusual for me, yet I didn't withdraw.

She even noticed me walking behind her as those doors slid open. I smirked as her head tilted. Listening. Searching. Finding me.

I liked it. I liked her knowing or not knowing exactly. Shivering with a zip of sensation, I quickened my pace as she did.

The next day went about the same way. I was waiting. She slipped inside the subway car, searching. Found me. Watched. Waited. Gasped. Her eyes were brighter than a week before.

She knew. Deep down she had to know. I was there for her. I never dropped my gaze. I never attempted to pretend. What I found even more exhilarating than her knowing was the fact that she didn't run.

Was there fear? Sure. Was there excitement? Definitely. The air around us snapped and popped, and I was floored, no one seemed to notice besides her and me. Yet I felt as though it was a tangible thing. Something you could touch. Something you could see.

Fuck me. It rocked me on a whole new level.

On the third day, she moved closer, deeper into the car. The best part. The best part was she turned her back on me, broke the stare. Feeling the power of uncertainty exuding from her pores, I inched my way closer. Closer. Closer until I was standing two inches behind her.

Her chest went still, her breath frozen in her lungs, her head tipping, knowing every single move I made without actually knowing. It was hands down the sexiest thing I'd ever experienced.

I kept the few inches that separated us throughout the ride. When she stepped toward the door, I moved with her, keeping only a foot between us as we walked.

The following day went the same way. Exactly the same. An inch separating us, then a foot. Her pace quickened as the publishing company came into view, and I too increased my stride to keep up.

The fifth day changed everything. The fifth day would be lodged in my mind forever. Until the day I fucking died. On the fifth day, I closed the distance. The inch faded until my chest was a centimeter from her back. My breath ruffled the strands of her hair, and I caught a glimpse down her blouse.

No bra. She wasn't wearing a bra. The buttons were parted lower than usual. I could see the creamy slope of her breast. My cock went hard, and my breathing turned harsh, and I watched intently as those chocolate strands wavered in my face.

Her breathing stalled, and the stiffness in her muscles melted. She rocked on her heels and then—she rested back against me. Biting my lip to suppress the growl lodged in my throat, I bucked forward, pressing my length into her ass.

Her arms went limp at her sides, and the pressure of her body against mine grew until she rested her full weight against me.

I itched to touch her. Fuck. I wanted to touch her. My cock was begging, and I almost gave in to the urge. Almost. Then the fucking buzzer went off, indicating our stop.

Her shoulders slumped, equally disappointed. How could she not be disappointed? The feeling was so prominent, it knifed me to the damn bone. With regret humming between us, she pulled away and headed for the door.

With a curl of my lips, I adjusted my cock and stalked after her.

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