My phone buzzed again, effectively pausing my freak out session. This time it said, “Scratch that. I CAN’T live without you. I’ll figure out something that will work for both of us.” I let out the breath that I hadn’t realized that I was holding.

“Like what?” I couldn’t imagine what solution there was to our huge difference of opinion on this topic. I was quite certain that he wasn’t willing to give up his plans and that was the only thing that would make me happy.

“I don’t know yet,” he responded. “You’ll just have to trust me. Can you do that? If I’m remembering right, it worked out quite well the last time you trusted me.”

I smiled at the memory. The last time I had trusted him, he blindfolded me and tied me to my bed. He also used his magical lips and tongue to ravage my body until I was exhausted from having orgasm after orgasm, begging him for mercy. “Yes, I suppose that based on our last experience, I can trust you.”

“I want to see you.” His response was perfect because that was exactly what I wanted too.

I decided to put myself out there and answer him completely honestly. “There’s nothing I’d like more than to see you right now.”

“You’re in luck, then, because I’m parked in your driveway. Can I come up?”

I jumped up to peek out my window and, sure enough, his black Porsche was parked in front of my house. He must have seen my curtains move because my phone popped up with the words, “You didn’t believe me, huh? Had to see for yourself?”

“I’d love it if you came up, and of course I believed you. I just wanted to watch you walk up the sidewalk.” I was proud of myself for coming up with that so quickly. It was true, I did enjoy watching him move, but some other compulsion had forced me to check the window.

He smiled up at me as he got out of his sleek car. He must have just finished typing his response because my phone buzzed again. “Nice save, Stalker.”

I shook my head at the name he had called me, but decided that if I was going to be accused of it that I might as well own it. I spread my curtains open wide and openly stared at him as he approached my front door. Once he was on the front porch and out of my range of vision, I opened my bedroom door and yelled downstairs asking Court to let him in.