Chapter 30
CHAPTER THIRTY
Dark
I’m a fuckin’ sicko.
You know it.
I know it.
Iris is gonna know it.
Maybe not today, or tomorrow, but sometime. Probably soon.
Rolling over in bed, Iris smacks her lips and curls onto her side. Moonlight from the window casts a faint glow over her delicate features as I stand in the dark corner of her bedroom, hard as stone, and watch her sleep.
That’s all I’m here for.
To watch over her. To see her.
It’s been almost a week since the bathroom session and shopping spree. A week of missing her sass, her smiles, the warmth of her presence.
But I can’t be friends with this woman.
It’d be a lie, and I’m tired of lying.
Friends don’t obsess over their friends.
Friends don’t get hard over their friends.
My mouth has never watered at the mere thought of eating a friend’s pussy.
So yeah… This isn’t a friendship. We can’t be friends.
I’ve taken to stalking her instead.
Which is so much fucking worse.
A stalker used to live in this house, and here I am, standing in his old bedroom, carrying out his obsession. Only I won’t take pictures. I won’t jack off to her. Even if I want to. I’m just here to watch. To keep an eye on her.
Because I need it.
I need Iris.
Judge me if you will. I’m already judging myself. But this is the only safe way to see her, for both our sakes.
So I’ll take it.
An hour or two every night, I watch her, and then I leave, pick up her breakfast, drop it off, then go home.
Every night.
Wash.
Rinse.
Repeat.