Taunting the Stalker

Chapter 8- Ryder

Everything just became so much better when I finally set my eyes on her.
I got there as quickly as I could, practically running into the door on my way in.

Her pretty blue eyes snapped to mine as I came in the door.
They widened a bit in surprise.
She's never done that before.
But I also probably came in here like a crazed man.

I couldn't stop fucking smiling.
My eyes couldn't stay off her for a second.
My perfect fucking girl.
She looked better now, happier. Awake.

I was worried about her.
She seemed so dull and tired over the cameras, but now, to see her smile, her perfect fucking smile, everything was right again.
I made my way to the bar, ordering a drink with her.
She seemed a little flustered, but I think it's from her lack of sleep.

I didn't miss the way her thighs clenched ever so slightly when I called her "doll".
Does my pretty girl like that?
Good.

I couldn't keep the grin off my face the whole night, and I can only hope I wasn't freaking her out.
I gave her a large tip per usual before waiting at the door for her.
She walked over to me, her pretty blue eyes meeting mine.

"Walk you to your car?" I asked
She gave me a soft nod, and I followed her out to her car.
I opened the door for her and I swear I heard her laugh under her breath.
Hm...

I watch as she leave before going to follow behind her.

When I got to her place, I made my way to my usual spot, seeing her on her couch with a pint of chocolate ice cream.
So fucking adorable.

I can tell she's watching a show, the glow of her tv reflecting off of her pretty face.
After a while, she turns off her tv and makes her way to her room.
God I missed this. Watching her. My fucking perfect girl.

I hide myself as she walks over to her window.
When I look back up, a frown forms on my face.
She closed her curtains.

Fuck.
Does she know?
Is she starting to suspect something?
No. No.
I've been so careful. I never leave a trace behind.
She can't know.

I calm myself, letting go of my worries.
But now there's another problem.
I can't see her. I need to fix this.
I collect myself as I make my way to her back door.

I've never done this while she's awake...
I peer inside the house, no sight of her as I quickly unlock her door, slipping inside silently.

I can hear the shower on upstairs. Perfect.
I go outside her bedroom door, listening to the water running.
I inhale deeply, smelling the sweet coconut scent drifting from her bathroom.

After a few minutes, I hear the water stop and I slip away from the door.
She can't see me.
I drift back downstairs, deciding I should keep a safe distance till she's asleep.

I'm surprised as I hear her soft feet coming down the stairs.
What is she doing?

I find a place to hide myself quickly as I see her go into the kitchen, a smile forming on her face.
She grabs a mug, making herself a cup of tea.

As she waits for the water to heat up, she sits up on the kitchen counter.
Her long legs dangle off the edge carelessly, as if she has no worries.
If only you knew I was here angel.

Once her tea is ready, I hear her go back upstairs, her bedroom door closing behind her.
I step out, quietly walking around her place as I wait for her to drift asleep.
I pick up a few things around the house, wanting it to be nice for her.

After a while, I make my way up to her room, opening her door as softly as I can.
There she is. Fucking gorgeous.

She lays there curled up on her side, underneath a plush blanket.
I quietly walk closer, the coconut scent of hers flooding the room.
She's only wearing a small tank top and shorts tonight and fuck does she look good.
Like she's fucking trying to tempt me.

I walk over to her, sitting softly on the edge of her bed. I brush a few loose curls out of her pretty face, admiring every feature.
Her soft skin, long eyelashes, her perfect cheekbones, rosy lips... god.

I run my fingers through her curls softly, careful not to mess up her silky ringlets.
She just makes me fucking melt.
I just listen to her soft breathing as I graze my fingers over her smooth skin.
But then she does something that makes my heart stop.

She hums softly in her sleep, wrapping an arm around my wrist and curling up closer to my touch.
Fuck. What a fucking angel.
She has no idea what she's doing to me.
She has no idea that she's curling up into the touch of a man. A bad man who doesn't deserve her.

Her fucking face nuzzles against my hand and a soft smile forms on her sleeping face.
You have no clue what you're doing doll.

I just sit there, unmoving.
I was afraid to do anything and stop this, or wake her.
I just wanted to enjoy this feeling.

She may be asleep but she's comforted by me. And even if she doesn't know it, that means the fucking world to me.
Everything.

After a few hours, I begin to gently play with her hair with my other hand.
So perfect for me.
Curled up into my touch.
Fucking perfect.

I spend the entire night here, unmoving, just savoring this feeling. Comforting her in any way I can by tracing her back or playing with her hair...

She still has my other hand in her soft hold, the silky skin of her cheek pressed against my palm.

I could stay here forever and be so fucking happy.
But I know I can't.
Because when she wakes up, she'll no longer be comforted by me. She'll be fucking terrified.

So when I see the sun begin to rise, it takes all the restraint I have to gently pull my hand out of her soft hold.
A little frown forms on her sleeping face and it nearly kills me.
I'm so sorry doll.

I press a soft kiss to her cheek, loving the way her skin feels against my lips.
I look over her sleeping body once more before getting up, but I need to do something before I leave.
I open her fucking curtains.