![]() ![]() His mouth hits mine, cutting off my words. “Someone like you wouldn’t stalk me.In fact, I don’t see anyone stalking me. I could easily pull away with one good tug. So unlike the soft hold he has on my wrist. “Then why aren’t you worried?” His words are hard and laced with anger. “Oh, I’m sure you could Hulk smash me.” Now that I’m not touching him, I bring my other hand up to his chest and continue doing what I was doing before, but he just grabs that wrist, too. Oh, I know he could hurt me, but someone like him would never stalk me. ![]() ![]() “You think I couldn’t hurt you?” He grabs my wrist, pulling it away from his chest. I don’t think I’ve ever had the urge to touch one before. I don’t think I’ve ever liked the feel of a man before. ![]() I only meant to do a quick pat, but now I can’t seem to remove my hand. “Yeah right, Hulk-man.” I pat him on the chest before resting my hand there. This is despite you knowing someone has been stalking you. “I’m standing in the middle of your apartment, and you didn't so much as scream. You can take your incredible body and vacate my home. He’s hot in that oh-my-God-he-could-crush-me way. Up, up, up, until my eyes finally land on a hard face with a clenched jaw. “Good, he’s already there,” I hear Elle say as my eyes travel up and up an endless span of chest. “What’s he made of? Concrete and sex?” I whisper into the phone like the man in front of me can’t hear me. “I flip the lock back in place and turn, hitting a concrete wall of a man. ![]()
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