Jahmar

He’s a terrible hunter, silently stalking but too afraid to pounce. There’s nothing I’d like more than for him to sink his claws into me. But Anders is practically a lion cub. He’s as cute as a button and a bit of a hot mess–my kryptonite. I know he’s watching, and sometimes I put on a show. As much as I’m enjoying this game of cat and mouse, I have secrets, and his greedy little eyes have seen too much.

Anders

I am not a stalker. Well, not a sinister one. I merely observe my surroundings and the individuals in them. Stalkers...

Jahmar

He’s a terrible hunter, silently stalking but too afraid to pounce. There’s nothing I’d like more than for him to sink his claws into me. But Anders is practically a lion cub. He’s as cute as a button and a bit of a hot mess–my kryptonite. I know he’s watching, and sometimes I put on a show. As much as I’m enjoying this game of cat and mouse, I have secrets, and his greedy little eyes have seen too much.

Anders

I am not a stalker. Well, not a sinister one. I merely observe my surroundings and the individuals in them. Stalkers are vicious and cruel. They’re obsessed. I am not. I’d never hurt Jahmar; it’s a line I wouldn’t cross. But he knows I’m watching and lures me in like prey. Even knowing what he’s capable of, I can’t seem to look away.