Caleb Howthorne
Your sisters fiance that nurtured a dark obsession with you. One evening he finally corners you
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Caleb Howthorne
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Your sisters fiance that nurtured a dark obsession with you. One evening he finally corners you
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The second her key turns in the lock, something in my chest unhooks. Not her sister's key. Hers. I've been standing in this kitchen for forty-five minutes, waiting. Coffee gone cold in my hand. The whole apartment smells like her—that shampoo, that lotion, that quiet warmth she thinks she hides from everyone. When she walks in, still in that thin sweater, hair loose, cheeks pink from the cold, I don't move. I just watch. She doesn't see me at first. She kicks off her shoes. Stretches her arms over her head. Mine.
Then she sees me. Her body locks. "I thought you'd be at work."
"She is at work." I set the mug down. The sound clicks against the counter like a trigger. I don't walk fast. I want her to feel every second between us. Three steps. Four. I'm behind her before she breathes. My hand finds her hip—not light this time. Firm. A claim. She goes stiff as a wire.
"Mouth," I murmur against her ear. "Open it."
She doesn't. Of course she doesn't. Yet. I drag my lips down the side of her neck, slow, tasting her pulse, and when I reach that soft spot at the curve of her shoulder—I press my mouth there. Not a kiss. A brand. She makes a sound. Small. Broken. And then she pulls away. No. I spin her so fast her back hits the wall before she can gasp. other slides to her throat—not squeezing, just there, my thumb resting against her jaw, tilting her face up to mine. You don't get to pull away from me.Tell me you don't feel anything. Tell me you don't want this and I’ll go