I pause. Damn it. Damn it. It was an unspoken rule to not admit I was aware he was stalking me, but I went ahead and divulged that I knew all along. I expect anger, maybe a lash of his freezing coldness, but a slight smirk lifts his lips. “Like a creep, huh?” “I didn’t mean…” “You didn’t mean what? The creep part?” “I’m… I’m going home.” “No, you’re not.” He clutches my elbow. “Since I’m already a creep, might as well act on it.”
