Haunting Adeline (Cat and Mouse Duet)
The Shadow²
Before me is a picture of an author that’s hosting a book signing.
She’s fvcking incredible.
Long, wavy cinnamon hair brushed over dainty shoulders. Creamy, ivory skin with freckles dotting her nose and cheeks. Light and sporadic without overwhelming her innocent face.
Her eyes are what drew me in. Sultry, slanted eyes—the type that always looks seductive without trying. They’re nearly the same color as her hair. A brown so light, it’s unusual. One look from this girl and any man would be on their knees.
I note the name below the picture.
A beautiful name fit for a goddess.
She doesn’t have that plastic beauty you see lining the magazine rack. Though she could easily make it on one of those covers without photoshop and surgery, her features are natural.
I’ve seen a lot of beautiful women in my life. Fvcked a lot, too.
But something about her captivates me. It feels like a hurricane is at my back, pushing me towards her and leaving no room for resistance. My feet are carrying me into the bookstore, my black boots soaking the welcome mat at the entrance.
The only lingering scent filling the air is one you attain from used books—though convoluted from the large group of people congesting the area.
This small structure wasn’t built to house more than the ten large bookshelves lining the left side of the room, the small checkout desk on the right side, and maybe thirty people.
Now, there’s a large table in the middle of the room where the author sits, and at least double the occupancy limit packed in the stuffy store.
It’s too hot in here. Too crowded.
And one aßßhole beside me keeps picking his nose, his dirty hand touching all over the book he’s holding. I glimpse Reilly on the cover.
Poor girl. Forced to sign a book that probably has boogers all over it.
I open my mouth, ready to tell the fvcker to stop looking for treasure in his nostrils when it feels like heaven’s gates open up.
In that second, the people in front of us seem to part at the perfect angle, providing me with a clear view. I only see her from the corner of my eye at first, but the small glimpse is enough to send my heart into a tailspin.
My head turns like one of those creepy bitches in an exorcist movie—slow, but instead of an evil smile, I’m sure I look like I just found out that there’s evidence the earth is actually flat or some shít.
Because that’s also fucking laughable.
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