Haunting-Adeline

star ng from the middle of his forehead, slashing straight down through
his white eye and to the middle of his cheek, is something I haven’t been
able to forget since I saw him in the bookstore.
Despite the ugly scar, it only serves to heighten his u er beauty. A
jawline so sharp, he could cut diamonds with it. A straight, aristocra c
nose. Full lips. And short black hair, just long enough to run your hands
through.
This is wrong. So wrong.
I shouldn’t be a racted to a stalker.
His presence is so overwhelming, it feels as if he’s ten feet tall with a
shadow crawling up the ceiling, slithering toward me. This room feels ny
with him in it. I feel ny with him in it.
He takes a step toward me, a hint of that smirk remaining on his face—
just the slightest curl in his lips.
I take a step back. Finally, my ins ncts aren’t completely jacked sideways,
and I make my first smart move of the night.
“Cat got your tongue, li le mouse?”
Briefly, I close my eyes. His voice washes over me, leaving goosebumps
in its wake. The sound is as deep as his black eye.
I swallow again, nearly choking on the very muscle. It feels like my
tongue has swollen to double its size.
“What do you want from me?” I choke out.
He prowls towards me. My spine ghtens, and despite the gallons of fear
pumping through my heart valves, I stay s ll. When he gets close enough,
I’ll stab him.
Aim for the throat, Addie.
My eyes lock with his, and all thought escapes me. He presses the
en rety of his body against mine. No shame. No shyness. No, let me buy
you a drink first before I press my man pecs into you.
The boldness of it has me nearly bi ng my tongue in surprise.
It takes several seconds for my body to unlock. Before I can think about
what I’m doing, I swing my knife towards him, but meet resistance when I
a empt to li it.
I look down in confusion, just to see his bare hand wrapped around the
blade. Blood pools in his hand, a small trail heading straight towards my
own.