
He watches me like I'm the center of his world. I don't even know his name. There are tons of people working on this band's tour, and no one ever looks twice at the merch girl. No one except him: the broody songwriter. The man with dark, hungry eyes who watches me from the shadows. My stalker. Everywhere I turn, I feel his gaze on me. When I walk down dark city streets, his footsteps echo behind. And when the tour ends and I go home... he follows. I should be scared. I should stay far, far away, and I definitely shouldn't leave my bedroom window open to tempt him. So crazy. Obsession is a dangerous thing... But this man's gaze sets me free.Seluruh Hak Cipta Dilindungi Undang-Undang
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