“My childhood made me into a lot of things, baby. A stalker is not one of them.” So he did have a shitty childhood. “Then why me?” “Why you?” I nodded against him. “Because the first time I saw you was the first time I felt my heart beat.” And as if on cue, that slow and steady rhythm I had been feeling sped up. I sucked in a breath. “Because I knew you were mine on sight. I was a man obsessed. Seeing your face in everything I did. Knowing I couldn’t rest easy until I saw you again. And again. And fucking again. Until you became my favorite subject.” “The roses?” I asked. He had left them
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