Chapter 89: Mystery Man, Part 2

My heart raced, and the pull in my chest was so strong I had to consciously force myself not to move, despite the tingling in my legs, that restlessness that wouldn't go away until you moved or stretched. Thank God Simon was still holding my hand; otherwise, I would've approached the strange man and demanded to know why he was following me.

I licked my lips, my gaze still hyper-focused on him. The corner of his mouth lifted into an almost smile, and his eyes narrowed slightly, like he was trying to figure out who I was and why I was staring at him. His arms were crossed over his chest.

There was no denying how attractive he was, and the butterflies that were dormant when Simon touched me were now in a frenzy. I took a deep breath, but I couldn't tear my gaze from him. It was as if he had me under some sort of spell.

"Chloe?"

The twisted syllables of my name drew my attention back to Simon. He held out a bottle of water.

I took it and smiled. "Thanks."