Little Stalker by Erica Pike Page B

asks.

    “What? No! God, no. Just my boyfriend. Or if you don’t want that, then just a
    roommate.”
    A wide smile slowly spreads over his face, and it takes my breath away. I’ve seen a
    small smile, half-smile, and a smirk, but never a smile like this. I pull him back to me, taking
    his face into my hands and kiss him gently.
    I want him so badly; my stiff cock is nice proof of that, but I’m not going to push him
    into sex. I’m not even going to initiate it. I want him to realize that I don’t want him just for
    sex. I want to spend time with him, get to know him, and take my sweet time with him before
    we take things further. It may take a few days, or it may take weeks. I don’t care. All I care
    about is making sure that my little stalker doesn’t disappear on me again.