Ryker
I am officially a stalker again.
The need to be close to him has eaten me up completely and here I am in this club watching him make out with some weirdo close to the bar.
He is so hot. My body aches to be near him. I want to touch him. I want to feel his warmth.
I watch him spin around on the dance floor and my heart melts.
Mine, Mine, Mine.
That word screams in my head. It is all I hear.
I remember how I felt after I saw him last night. I wanted to keep him safe. I wanted to protect him. I knew that he would be ok if I were there. Harley--or whatever his name is now is my kryptonite and I don't care if she is a man now. His gender hasn't made me want him any less.
I have watched him since he came into the club. He is so beautiful. I could stare at him forever.
I think back to last night when I was standing outside his door. His scent. I loved it.
I wonder what he smells like now.