Her Stalker
As the words leave my lips, he squeezes me tighter, apparently satisfied with my answer.
"But love isn't everything, unfortunately. Brixton, you really hurt me. I mean, stalking me? Like, what? I can't even fathom that. And when Scotty said the last eight years, at the time, that meant you'd been stalking me since I was fourteen?"
I quickly do the simple math on my fingers, trying to figure out how old he would've been when he started stalking me.
"You were 27 when you started watching me, Brixton! That's just creepy to stalk a fourteen-year-old! I... I can't believe you did that."