Haunting-Adeline

No one on the other side of the house, either.
There could easily be someone watching me in the woods, but I have no
way of knowing with it being so dark. Not unless I go out there and search
myself.
And as much as I love horror films, I have no interest in starring in one.
Greyson joins me on the porch, his own eyes scanning the trees.
There’s someone watching me. I can feel it. I’m as sure of it as I am
about the existence of gravity.
Chills run down my spine, accompanied by a burst of adrenaline. It’s the
same feeling I get when I watch a scary movie. It begins with the beat of
my heart, then a heavy weight se les deep in my stomach, eventually
sinking to my core. I shi , not en rely comfortable with the feeling right
now.
Huffing, I rush back into the house and up the steps. Greyson trails
behind me. I don’t no ce he’s in the middle of undressing as he walks
down the hallway un l he steps into my room a er me. When I turn, he’s
stark naked.
“Seriously?” I bite out. What a fucking idiot. Someone just banged on my
door like the wood personally put a splinter in their ass, and he’s
immediately ready to pick up where he le off. Slurping on my neck like
one would slurp jello out of a container.
“What?” he asks incredulously, splaying his arms out to his sides.
“Did you not just hear what I heard? Someone was banging on my door,
and it was kind of scary. I’m not in the mood to have sex right now.”
What happened to chivalry? I would think a normal man would ask if I’m
okay. Feel out how I’m feeling. Maybe try to make sure I’m nice and relaxed
before s cking their dick inside me.
You know, read the fucking room.
“You serious?” he ques ons, anger sparking in his brown eyes. They’re a
shi y color, just like his shi y personality and even shi er stroke game.
The dude gives fish a run for their money, the way he flops when he fucks.
Might as well lay out naked in the fish market—he’d have a be er chance
of finding someone to take him home. That person is not going to be me.
“Yes, I’m serious,” I say with exaspera on.
“Goddammit, Addie,” he snaps, angrily swiping up a sock and pu ng it
on. He looks like an idiot—completely naked save for a single sock because