It's been two days since I last saw him. It isn't like I've been counting and waiting till I see him. I'm mad at him. So mad that when I see him the next time I might stab him. I hate myself for the way I acted when he touched my skin. The panic that rushed through my veins. I'm lying on my bed with a book in my hand. Although I read I still catch myself thinking about him. Why would he touch me? I put my book on my bedside table and turned off my lamp. I closed my eyes but all I saw were his dark eyes. The way he looked at me. Why was I so frozen when he pulled my fvcking towel to the floor? I woke up extremely hungry. I jumped out of bed and ran downstairs to the kitchen. I grabbed a sandwich and shoved it in a toaster. When it was done I grabbed the jam and poured some wax over it. I was sitting at the dining table and suddenly I remembered that I still have an envelope. My heart rate accelerated when I thought about it. That letter gave me something mysterious, something dark. I ran upstairs and out of breath grabbed it from under my pillow. It was a little wrinkled but not damaged. I pulled the red heart off and opened it. There was a piece of paper inside and I unfolded it. In big fancy letters, it said: I'll see you later. It felt like I couldn't breathe. I felt a panicky feeling coming up. but that panic wasn't real panic. It was more like a pleasant panic. Maybe I have a stalker after all.
The first great day of the week I was him again. I smirked at him, he's just stared expressionless. I can feel his gaze the whole time. It's like magnets, I want to look at them but when I look too close I get pulled towards him. I served some iced drinks to a man and a woman sitting by the corner of the café. I take a glance at him and now he is smirking. I feel his words echo in my mind. Am I too distracting little rose? Little Rose.... why would he call me Little Rose. I am not a rose. And I'm not little. The rest of the day I've worked hard and tired. All I wanted to do was sleep. He was still watching me, it's creepy but at least I have some distractions. He is actually incredible handsomm. His jawline is sharp and his veins are like spikes trough his arms. If he stares at me for one more minute I'll beat his ass. We stare at eachother for a moment before I walk to the back of the café cus i just couldn't stare at him anymore. My shift was almost over. I could go 5 min early. I picked up my bags and my key and walked trough the back door to my car. It was the old same car. I stepped in and immeaditly noticed a note hanging on the ceiling of the car. My hart hammered in my chest. My panties are soaking wet. I folded it open.
You look gorgeous but you even look prettier when you can do nothing but listen to the sounds I make while I eat you out.
The thought of it made me exited. My panties were soaking wet. Oh no I thought. Where were my killer instincts. I was supposed to want his dead righ. I knew i was weird but this. I was so tired I went to lay down. My head rested on the door. I thought about him till I didn't remember anything.