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I can’t stop looking at her – I don’t want to stop – unable to tear my gaze away as she stares at the starry sky.
I’d quietly opened the door and ushered my dogs in with her, because I knew no one would try to slide into the room if they were there. Plus, irritatingly, Milo and Hopper missed her. I watched her sleep through the cameras and drank until I could barely see while she cuddled into our— my dogs.
Well, the version I had to myself for nearly a year. The version that held my hand under the covers and smiled at me when no one was looking. Kissed me in the pool house. In the car. In random hotel rooms all over the world while we watched The Greatest Showman for the billionth time.
His eyelashes are so long and dark, and I impulsively want to tug at them.
“Do you remember how to scream my name?”
“When I find out who hurt you, I’m going to fucking destroy them. I’ll make sure to bleed them dry then fuck you next to their corpse. You got that?”
“I want you to sit on my face.” He yanks me up to his mouth, and I catch myself on the bedframe.
I chuckle then stop myself. I don’t laugh in front of people I don’t feel comfortable with. And she’s the last person in the world who could make me feel comfortable. She makes me dizzy and crazy and fucking nervous.
“When she’s in the manor, at the studio, or walking around the mall. If I don’t see her at least once every day, I lose my mind. I’ve climbed to her window to see her sleep, and I’ve been trying to hack her phone for the last year. I hacked Luciella’s.”
“Be patient with me,” is all I say before I capture her lips with mine.
I ignore my own room and sit outside hers, entertaining myself on my phone. The first clip I have saved is from our last holiday to Greece. I watch the video from the karaoke bar, us on the balcony, another of Stacey sunbathing and me zooming in on her face – to her tanned, freckled skin. One she recorded of us holding hands and walking along the sandy beach. I pause the clip when she kisses my cheek, studying the smile on her face, which matches mine.
Freckles, darling, I’m a fucking animal. You should’ve seen me Jackie Chan my shit today.
“Don’t…” I pause, trying to slow my thoughts as cocaine rushes through my veins. I open my eyes, and they burn with lack of sleep. “Don’t… be afraid of me.”
“I want to degrade you while you sit on my cock. Praise you as you swallow every drop of my cum. I want to brand every inch of your skin with my mouth and make sure you’re unable to even look at another man.”
“Because you’re hiding, and I want to hide with you.” I caress her cheek and press my lips to her forehead, catching her off guard. “Let’s hide together, Freckles.”
