Taunting the Stalker

Chapter 12- Ryder

When I get to her house, she's downstairs in the kitchen, making some cookie dough.
After she puts them in the oven, she brings the spoon she used to her mouth, licking off the excess dough slowly.
She closes her eyes like she's savoring it.

She looks so good I feel like I'm dreaming.

She soon settles in on the couch, eating a few of the cookies while she watches some tv.
She has some chocolate on the edge of her lips and all I want is to taste it.
Or taste her.

I can tell she's getting tired as she gets up, moving up to her bedroom.
When the lights turn off, it's my time to come in.

The second I enter the door, the smell of those delicious cookies hits me.
I'd kill for a taste.
Like the devil is tempting me, I see a plate out on her kitchen counter full of the extra cookies.
She wouldn't notice... would she?
I come closer, they look so good.

I just needed a taste.
She'd never know.

I grab one of the cookies on top, taking a bite.
I hum softly at the sweetness, they're fucking perfect.
Just the thought that she was the one who made them, used her hands...
Makes them so much better.
I quickly finish the cookie, making my way upstairs to see my girl.

I open her door to see her peacefully sleeping, the blanket only covering part of her perfect body.
"Fuck" I mumble
She's not wearing any shorts.
I can tell as her shirt has risen up in her sleep, exposing the smooth curve of her hip to me.
I have to feel her.

My fingers graze up the length of her thigh, dragging along the fabric of her t shirt that just barely covers her.
My own personal angel.

After a few minutes, I remove my hand, not wanting to risk anything after last night.
It was so damn hard for me to pull away from her. All curled up into my touch....

Her body shifts a bit, breaking me out of my train of thought. I back away at first, worrying she's waking up.

Then her face contorts into a scared expression, frowning as she lets out a whine.
Oh my poor girl is having a nightmare...
I can't stand to let her be like this

I quickly come over to her, rubbing my thumb back and forth over her cheek as my other hand holds her waist securely.

"Shh pretty girl, you're safe" I whisper softly.
Her body relaxes more and leans into my touch.
Fucking adorable.
I press a few light kisses against her soft skin, first her shoulder, then leading up to her cheek.
She smiles softly.
"So perfect" I mumble in awe
She's drawn to me. Even in her sleep.

My logical reasoning goes out the window as I sit back on her bed, lying next to her.
This is so fucking stupid of me.
But it's all worth it when she leans closer into my body, her head nestled against my arm.
My perfect angel.
I trace her back up and down softly, coaxing her into a deep sleep as the night goes on.

I can still see the chocolate on her lips from earlier, and I can't help myself.
I gently wipe it off with my thumb, feeling the soft skin of her lips that makes me smile.

I bring my thumb to my lips, slowly sucking the sweet chocolate off.
Savoring it.
Tasting it for as long as I can.
Perfect.

I lie there with her for hours, not moving a fucking inch.
There's a part of me that wants to just grab her and pull her on top of me, wrapping her body around me as I hold her as close as possible...
But I don't.
I have to be patient.
My girl deserves that.
So I'll wait for her.
But that doesn't mean I can't enjoy this now.

I let my hands travel through her smooth hair, over her pretty throat, down her soft arm, along her creamy thighs.... Everywhere.
I could admire her for the rest of my life.
She's the most precious thing I've ever seen.

•••

I've been shot before and I swear the pain of pulling away from her in the morning is so much worse.
I'd take a bullet any day to keep her in my arms.
But I have to let go.

I hold the back of her head gently and I replace my arm with her pillow.
I fucking hate this.
I look back sadly as the bright sunlight fills her room, her skin glowing.
I'll see you soon doll.

I quietly leave her house, making sure to lock the door behind me.
I make my way back to my car, needing to head back to my apartment for a little while.
I hadn't been there since I came back into town, too worried about seeing my girl.

But I was in desperate need of a shower and had some paperwork I needed to follow up on.
I'd see her tonight when she came into work.

I stepped into the bar later that night wearing some black jeans and a tight black t shirt that showed my arms.
I had a hunch she liked them...
Her eyes flicker up to mine, a slight smile forming on her face as she sees me.
Hey pretty girl.

I settle down at the bar, watching her rushing to take orders.
She looked so good tonight.
She had her hair clipped back behind her head, just some mascara on her pretty lashes.

She wore this tight bodysuit and some black jeans that hugged tightly around her hips.
Good enough to eat.

Eventually, she makes her way over to me with a smile.
"Jack and Coke?" She asks me
"You know me so well doll" I smirk
She rolls her eyes at me, grinning as she walks away.
I know you love it doll, don't even try me.

Minutes later she comes back with my drink in hand, quickly running off to go take someone else's order.
I sip on my drink, enjoying my view when I notice someone knock their drink over the bar, the glass shattering.
My girl quickly goes over to pick up the shards.

Asshole doesn't even fucking apologize.
Fucker.

As she picks up the pieces, I hear her hiss softly, seeing she cut herself.
She sighs, throwing out the shards of glass before getting up, blood dripping down her hand.
I'm in front of her before I even realize it.
"Here, let me see" I say softly.

"It's just a little cut, I'm-" she starts
"Let me see." I say firmer.
She gulps softly, giving me her hand.
I grab a first aid kit in the corner, wiping off her hand before gently cleaning the cut.
I disinfect it before putting a clean bandage over top.
"There." I say softly, smiling down at her blushing face.
Do I make you nervous doll?