The Admirer Who Fought Off | My Stalker Was An Even Worse Hot !link!

He took another step forward, invading my personal space. The scent of him—expensive cedarwood, leather, and a faint metallic tang of copper from the blood on his knuckles—overwhelmed my senses. He reached out, his long, elegant fingers gently tucking a stray lock of hair behind my ear. His touch was electric, sending a shiver down my spine that was equal parts desire and pure, unadulterated panic.

"This is insane," I said during our first real fight. "Kyle is gone. You can relax now." the admirer who fought off my stalker was an even worse hot

I froze. I was in a private dining room. There were no windows. How could he know about the blue sweater? He took another step forward, invading my personal space

He stepped closer, invading my personal space with a chillingly familiar ease. He reached out, his fingers brushing a stray, wet lock of hair from my forehead. His touch was electric, but his gaze was suffocating. His touch was electric, sending a shiver down

And then Caleb arrived.

I downloaded a network analyzer tool and discovered a hidden, unauthorized camera connected to my Wi-Fi network, disguised as a digital clock Ethan had gifted me to "help me keep track of time."

Julian hadn't saved me out of chivalry. He had eliminated the competition.