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♡Kalendar♡

I grip the banister as she follows me downstairs, her bare feet hardly making a sound as she keeps distance between us, like she's suddenly afraid of what I have to say.

Shit.

I should have just told her. I should have just blurted out the fact that I've been basically stalking her since high-school, leaving breadcrumbs down the paths I wanted her to take, doing everything I could to keep her within my twisted reach, but ultimately... I froze.

The thoughts were there, the words on the tip of my tongue, but then I thought of what her reaction would be. The worst case scenario and I couldn't even breathe.

Fuck me.

I tried. I really did. I didn't want to think I was stalking her, told myself I was just checking on her, but then I'd sit in my car or the cafe across from her apartment and wait... I'd wait for hours just to get a glimpse of her.

The wretched crack in my heart would temporarily mend the second I got to see her, days I could no longer keep my distance, only to have the crack reopen and draw me back to her like an addict. To say that I'm obsessed with her would be an understatement.

She was so young, barley legal, and it took everything I had in me to ignore what I was feeling, the way my heart leapt at just the mention of her name, and the way my eyes constantly sought her out every single fucking day.

I hadn't realized how much she'd rocked my world, turned it on it's axis, and punted it with her dainty foot until it was too late. I couldn't stop the downward spiral I was in. She was a temptation I couldn't ignore.

But then, shit happened, and I left. Not only to clear my name, but because Samantha's claims were too similar to what I was dancing around with Sienna. I had to try and live without my daily fix of seeing her for awhile and the distance only helped to bring out my more volatile side.

My career as a teacher was done, even though I was found innocent there was still the suspicion, and I didn't want the stigma of a teacher taking advantage of his student to interfere with our futures. I went from teacher to co-owner of a club within a year. I thought my brothers idea was asinine, but it gave me something else to focus on for awhile...

"Kalendar-

"Ky, please," I remind her, glancing at her over my shoulder as we reach the bottom step.

She looks at me oddly, tilting her head, and stops on the stairs putting herself at eye level with me. "Ky... is something wrong? Did I upset you?"

I shake my head, fighting to keep my eyes from roving over her delicious figure. Nothing is wrong except the fact that she's omitting what her real plans entail. If I hadn't already spoken to Remy last night I'd have probably believed her, but for some reason she's keeping the details to herself, and I find I don't like it. I want her to trust me, to let me in, but I know she needs time... still I don't like it.

She's still standing there, looking at me as if she's trying to figure out a complex problem, and that just won't do. I scub my hands over my face, take a deep breath, and reach for her hand. She lets me grasp her fingers, pull her down the last steps, and she walks next to me as I lead her to the kitchen where her coffee is waiting. "I'm not a morning person," I say as an explanation. "I was hoping that... you might want to see me again. Perhaps we could have dinner one night when your free?"

Her fingers tighten a fraction around mine before I gesture to the seat at the breakfast nook and I let her go as she takes a seat. I don't miss the way she tucks the shirt beneath her and then pulls it down her thighs as far as it will go before tilting her face up to look at me. "I do want to see you again,"...