“Because I see you, Olive. I’ve known you were meant to be mine since the moment I first spotted you.” He twisted a piece of my hair around his fingers. “And I’ve been watching you.” “Watching me?” I asked, sounding breathless. “Just when you would come into town, not like setting up cameras inside your home. Because that would be inappropriate.” He nodded a little too aggressively, as if he was proud of himself for knowing that would be wrong. “I was just… observing you, sunshine.” “Observing,” I said slowly, running my hands down his chest. “Is that what we’re calling stalking these days?”
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