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I worked really hard to make Elijah my rival.All without seeing his face by the way. It was like I was possessed by something. A lot of times I wondered how crazy it must look, then at the back of my mind, I would hear his soft sigh, and see his glowing blonde hair, then I’d get all fired up again. Quite literally.He gave me the most painful of boners.The boy was difficult to beat.He would run a hundred kilometre race, and I would run three hundred for good measure. Then he’d achieve a stupid feat like acing his obstacle driving course. A never ending circle of me running after his shadow.“You look worn through, do you know you could have a conversation with this man?” Fatima asks as we sat in the dining one evening.“Right, I forgot, you’re avoiding him now because you think he would come looking for you.” She says drily, then shakes her head as she mouths a spoonful of the mashed potatoes we’re having for dinner. Pushing my plate full of food away, there’s no appetite tonigh

I had a new plan.Yes, I know. It seems like I always have a new plan when it came to Elijah. None of it worked, but this one HAS to work. My new plan, get over him. I mean, I was at the club last night, not following him around.“You said the guy last night was cute, did you sleep with him?” Fatima asks, walking backward with a huge eager smile on her face. She was too chirpy for someone who was swinging shots back to back last night. I avoid her eyes. That’s her answer, she gasps,“You didn’t? The plan was to get Elijah out of your system, why didn’t you?”I wonder, why didn’t I? I wouldn’t even let him kiss my mouth. Usually, I let them work for it, not touching them until they begged for it. With Elijah, I would beg to touch him.No more Elijah.Yet, I am on the way to one of the classes we shared. If I had known, I wouldn’t have applied for his classes, how am I supposed to avoid him if I see him four out of five times in the week and sometimes, multiple times a day? “There’

ELIJAH STONE’s POV. “She’s a colleague.”That means she’s also a thief, confirming what I already knew. He knows I know he’s doing it again, carving a version of the truth he is ready to share. It’s frustrating to stand here and nod at him when all I want to do is get the answers at once. But I asked him to trust me… that doesn’t get built overnight, especially if you’re in the business of stealing stuff, you wouldn’t open up to a cop so easily either. “Is Jake the first person to trigger the traps?” Jazz asks, looking from me to her colleague, stringy earrings dangling from both ears as she moves.“Yes, we believe so.”“If you would let me,” she says to Jesse, he swallows, looking away from me to her. What is he hiding? It has to do with Jazz’s presence, I know it, the detective in me wants to connect the dots, but I asked him to trust me. “He would be easy to track, if he made the cameras work on his way out.”There were cameras here. I try not to spot them, simply so I could s

“You said a kiss for my thoughts…” I murmur as a means of very poor explanation, unable to look away from his mouth. He tilts his head, unable to hide his surprise as he stands by the counter, chopping up some kind of vegetable. His mouth had been so, so soft on mine… the way they made me feel.I want it. That’s why I bare no regards for the knife in his hand as I dive at him, he yelps, and the rest of it goes down my throat. It’s nothing like the previous one.It’s clumsy and obvious that I have no idea what I am doing. He even chuckles, my cheeks flame but I can’t stop myself, even this clumsy kiss makes me want to explode. It feels so good.But it feels even better when he picks me up like I weigh nothing, without breaking the kiss no less, and when I let out a small gasp of surprise, he grunts against my mouth. I feel something solid underneath me, flat and solid… and cold.He pulls away from the kiss, looking slightly flustered, he pants, staring at me with those sleepy

With his eyes glued to mine, he crawls down the lower half of my body. I stare at him blankly, waiting to see what he would do, he is the expert in these matters after all. His long fingers grip the band of my pants and my arm juts out in front of me, stopping him just in time. “What are you doing?”“I’m about to kiss you on a different part of your body.”He glances down at my pants, then back up at my face, his head cocks to the side, like he is waiting for me to catch on. Then I do, he smirks before his movements resume.“You should know… I have never done this for anyone. I’ve always been on the receiving end.”My heart is creating a mad symphony in my chest, I have trouble breathing. Is he going to do what I think he is…? “Are you going…” i lick my lips, finding the words to ask,“Your mouth… are you really going to put your mouth on my wei..”“Say the W word and I’ll stop.” he cuts me off with a dead pan expression.Letting out a shaky breath, I nod. I can’t call it a weiner