This is it.
Heaven.
Me and my angel.
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Keep Your Eyes Open
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Emily
Ijusthadsexwith a man who kidnapped me.
A murderer.
My stalker.
And I fucking loved it.
The way he made me feel? The reassurance?
Damn him. Damn him to hell and back again.
Fuck.
He’s still inside me, even though he’s already softened. I get the feeling he’s reluctant to move.
Eli stares down at me with an almost reverent expression, his face softer than I’ve ever seen it.
I reach up and cup his cheek. “I need to pee,” I say.
He blinks.
Then, with a pout, he finally pullsout of me.
Before I can stand, he lifts me into his arms and carries me to the bathroom, setting me down on the toilet like I’m something fragile.
He starts running the bath while I sit there in stunned silence.
“Eli,” I call gently.
His head snaps toward me. “Angel?”
“Can I have some privacy?”
His eyes widen—like a deer caught in headlights. Then he nods quickly and scuttles from the room.
I finish, flush, and he’s back immediately, turning the taps again as if he never left.
“What are you doing?”
He rolls his eyes—can’t see his face, but I know he does. “Aftercare, Angel. You need a bath.”
My heart melts.
“That’s very thoughtful of you.”