He was wearing casual clothes, just a simple T-shirt and jeans, but he was as devastatingly handsome as always. His dark eyes landed on me, and his entire face morphed into pure joy. I forgot about my anger and took off at a dead run, throwing myself into his arms.

With a groan, he grabbed my ass as I wrapped my legs around his waist, his lips already devouring my own as he kissed me breathless. I stabbed my fingers through his hair at the back of his neck, kissing him back.

“Missed you so fucking much,” he said between kisses.

I pulled back, licking my swollen lips. “Yeah? Is that why you put cameras all over my house?”

His eyes darkened, surprise filling his gaze. “You found them?”

“How many are there?” I avoided answering by countering with a question of my own. “And are they contained to just the house?”

He grumbled something under his breath I didn’t catch. I started to squirm, wanting to be on my feet for this argument, but he tightened his hands on my ass cheeks. “Yell at me all you want, but I’m not letting you down.”

“Why were you spying on me?” I whisper-shouted at him. “Don’t you trust me?”

“I wasn’t spying on you,” he shot back. “I was just keeping track of you and feeding my sick addiction for everything Nova. I trust you completely. But being away from you became too much, and I needed a way of seeing you whenever I wanted.”

Most of my anger faded in the face of his answer. It was sweet and more than a little sexy to me that he couldn’t help but watch my every move. It showed me plain as day he couldn’t live without me. Any lingering doubts that he would always want me as much as he did at this moment disappeared in the face of his obvious obsession.

But I wasn’t going to let him off the hook that easily. “How long have they been up? And you still haven’t said how many there are.”

“Since the new year,” he confessed unashamedly. “And, in all, fifteen.”

My mouth dropped open at the number. “Fifteen?” He lifted his shoulders in a casual shrug, as if we were talking about the number of clouds in the sky and not, in fact, the number of cameras he’d been stalking me on. “Where are they, Ryan?”

Shifting me in his arms, he pulled his phone from his pocket and opened the app. I took it from him and started flipping through all of the feeds. My bedroom, my bathroom—thankfully angled the opposite direction of the toilet—the kitchen, and the living room. I saw us on the feed directly from the front porch and glanced over my shoulder. I couldn’t even see the camera, yet it had a full 360-degree angle of the porch, front door, yard, and driveway.

But it wasn’t just the house he had cameras on. There was one on my locker, the library where I normally ate my lunch and tutored after school. Each of my four classes and the parking lot of the high school. A few more cameras were left, but I barely paid them any attention before I shoved the phone against Ryan’s chest and wiggled out of his hold.