“I’m coming in,” his stalker said. “Don’t be scared, and don’t eat me.”
A belt buckle jingled, fabric was drawn over skin, a shirt fell to the floor and was joined by jeans pooling around the pair of shoes, a pair of gray boxers still inside them. His stalker shuffled out of his shoes, leaving his pants behind as well. Then the face Mateo had dreaded appeared, along with arms and a torso as the naked man crawled under the door. Mateo couldn’t remember being this scared or confused, but under his fear there was fascination. The man had jet black hair long enough to brush the tops of his ears, smooth tanned skin, and dark smoldering eyes above a long straight nose.