Their Weakness( Somerville Book #2)

Chapter Seven

Lavey's Pov

After hiding myself in Maria's room for a few hours. Ash and his partner in crime. Literally. Left an hour later.

Maria came shortly after to get me, and after a long converstaion that left me even more confused on the issue at hand. Why Asher is so determined to come back into my life.

Why do I seem to be the only rational one. Who in their right would willingly want a murder in their lives. Not me. Yet Maria waved away my concerns and mumbled in Spanish about how I was a stubborn girl.

The confusion bubbling so much that my brain was hurting as curiosity started to spark. My thoughts going from wondering to finding out.

That's when I decided the next time I saw him I would demand answers, but a week went by and nothing. It was silent as a cemetery. Not even any prickling sensations as I went to the grocery store. Or walked from work to home. No more watching me in the darkness of the strip club from my handsome stalker.

It was like he disappeared all over again. I guess I should've been relieved.  It's what I wanted. I told him to leave me alone, but the thought of not seeing him or Goon again made me feel utterly cold. Alone.

I didn't understand why I was feeling this way. I just knew I didn't like it.

That's why I am currently on my couch off for the night. In baggy sweatpants, a tank top, and my curls in a disheveled mess. My downtime to tune out the rest of world and the chaotic thoughts of my past, and present.

My TV blasting in my small apartment as the window in my little studio apartment lifted to feel the winter breeze drifting in.

Bundling under my blankets as Friday the 13th blares from my 32in flat screen TV.

The comfort of a horror movie made me at peace. Just as Kevin Bacons character starts to talk to the Marcy on the lake, I heard I knock on my door.

Confused as to who it was, and the fact I told Glitter I was staying in tonight. I tiptoed towards my front door to look out at the little peephole to see who it was.

I just didn't randomly open my door. Horror movie rule number one. That's how the stupid girl gets killed. As I glanced out the door I saw the locks of black hair. And grey eyes.

My stomach dropping, but not from fear. An entirely different emotion. Lust. One of the people that I have been thinking about since I met him all those nights ago. I couldn't get enough of the taste of his tongue, and I wanted to drown in more.

I swung the door open, as I stood in my comfy clothes and my hair a mess. He was perfection just as dark and handsome as that night I pulled my gun on him.

The atmosphere of his attractiveness had me wishing I brought my fuzzy blanket with me so I could have a sense of security at how imperfect I looked compared to him.

His mouth set in his usual seductive smile. "Well hello stranger." His voice making my toes curl in my blue fuzzy socks.

I couldn't help the little quirk of my lips as I leaned my hip against my door. Trying to imitate at least some of the confidence that he seemed to effortlessly have.

I didn't like that my body was equivalent to a hormonal teenager that seemed to only have one thing on the brain anytime he was in my vicinity.

I couldn't look at him without thinking about what else besides his lips tasted like bourbon.

"How did you know this was my apartment." I questioned curiously my hands folded over my tighten nipples. Covering up the evidence that he turned me on.