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Warm. So warm. Literally sweltering.
Sighing in annoyance, I shifted underneath the sheets and found my body heavier than expected. Thinking it would maybe be better on my side, I attempted to roll over.
A hand clasped my breast, fingers tensing around my nipple, and held me still.
I moaned with a small smile.
He was here. I didn't know when or how, but he was here.
"Stalker," I whispered, my voice thick with sleep.
His warm body spooned against me closer. "Only sometimes."
The sound of a female voice jolted me awake. My eyes shot open.
I turned my head and found myself looking at a pimply face enshrouded by frizzy hair.
Gasping, I jumped up. I yanked the sheets up to my chin and glared at her.
Her hands fell away from me as she slowly sat up.
"What are you doing?" I demanded. "What are you doing in my bed?"
"I just wanted to cuddle," she said, dipping her head in faux demureness.
"You have a girlfriend—my cousin. What the fuck, Alyssa?"
My skin tingled as if felt like her hands were still on me, burning me with their filthy touch.
I shuddered with disgust.
"You touched me!" I hissed.
"Don't be stupid." She rolled her eyes. "You turned and my hand fell there. Chill out, dude."
No.
She was lying.
She touched me on purpose. I knew it with every bone in my body.
Panicking, I pushed the covers off and stood up. I was naked and my towel from last night tangled around my legs.
Her eyes stuck on me as I got up and covered myself with the thin fabric.
"Where are you going?" Alyssa asked.
I ignored her and rushed out of the bedroom.
I stormed down the hall to the master bedroom and knocked on the door with several rapid taps.
There was nothing at first.
Then rustling and a loud curse.
Which was then followed by: "I'm coming! I'm coming! Jesus Christ."
The door swung open and Bernice stood before me in sweatpants and a bralette. Her black curls bounced in a tangled mess around her head, like the rings of Saturn.
She frowned at my disheveled appearance.
"What's wrong, cuz?" she asked.

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Romancea story in which a lonely girl is not afraid of her stalker. 🖤 | dark romance + mature themes | (previously "psychopathic")