Chapter 6
Sawyer
I ’m not proud of it, but I followed her home. This feisty brunette fired me up.
I am huge, I should have intimidated her, but no, she called me a dickhead and tried to hit me. Instead of it pissing me off, it made my cock twitch.
She’s got something about her, that’s for sure, and my interest has piqued.
I made sure she was far enough away before I got back in my car and followed her home.
What the fuck is wrong with me? I am not stalking her.
Says the man sitting in his car opposite her house for hours.
I tell myself that all I want is to make sure she got home okay, but I know deep down that I don’t believe that. Only because I made sure she got home three hours ago.
My eyes snap up to the far-right window of the house. There she is, closing the curtains. My dick strains against my pants at the momentary sight of her body wrapped in that tight top.
Okay, maybe I am stalking her—a little.
Fuck. This is bad.
I turn my car engine on, it rumbles to life, and I drive away.