Page 17 of Kalix

LAINEY

The faint scent of cigarette smoke and leather assaults my nose as I bolt up out of a dead sleep. I rub the sleep from my eyes and glance around the room, my heart racing as the memories of last night come rushing back.

Kalix .

I jump out of bed, quickly making my way to the front door.

Mother fucker .

I have no idea how he managed to get around my chair without waking me up. I really need to invest in a better lock… or two .

When I return to my room to make my bed, I notice a plastic bag lying on my side table. Taking a deep breath, I pick it up carefully between my fingertips to examine it.

It’s my underwear that Kalix stole. Did he wash them and put them in a ziplock bag ?

That’s fucking strange because he could’ve just left them here. Why would he steal my panties just to give them back? I mean, I’ve read plenty of romance novels where the guy takes the girls underwear and he keeps them. But he never gives them back.

I unzip the bag and dump the fabric on top of my comforter. When it lands, I expect it to fan out a bit, but instead, it sticks together in a clumped up ball.

What the fuck?

I pick up the panties with the tips of my fingers again and pull them apart, discovering something sticky and wet holding them together. I scrunch my nose and sniff the substance, careful not to touch it. It smells sweet and salty.

My eyes widen as the realization hits me. I rub my finger over the sticky fluid and close my eyes, feeling my heart pulse in my ears and my entire body heat.

What the fuck, Kalix?

He fucking jizzed in my underwear and left it on my bed as a present.

What a fucking psychopath .

I blow out a breath slowly, placing the panties back into the plastic and zipping it shut. My body trembles as I drop it on the bedside table.

My hands shake as I go to the kitchen, scrubbing them with water as hot as I can stand.

I have a stalker. A fucking stalker .

One who I willingly let go down on me yesterday because he saved me from Alex forcing himself on me. I am very thankful for that, but I should be fucking terrified right now, and I’m not. I’m not scared at all. That’s the only thing that is terrifying right now.

I should be running in the other direction and calling the cops. I know that, but I’m not.

If he wanted to hurt me, he would’ve done it by now. He has obviously been watching me while I sleep. The scent of him lingers throughout my entire apartment.

If I close my eyes, I can still feel his hands on my body, his very sexy, large, tattooed hands. Ones that I would love to have back on my skin.

I wonder what he feels like, what he tastes like. My thighs clench at the thought, and I imagine what he would feel like between them. His hard body hovering over me, lips kissing the sensitive flesh below my ears.

A groan slips through my lips as I open my eyes and glance at the clock on the stove. It’s ten in the morning. Luckily, it’s Sunday, so I don’t have to worry about going anywhere.

I decide to get some take-out and study today. But for tonight, I have another plan.

Kalix will show up again soon; I know that for a fact. But this time, I’m going to throw him off, because I’ll be waiting.