. . .

Greyson walks up beside me and looks over at me with a confused

expression.

“Uh, you gonna answer that?” he asks dumbly, pointing at the door as if I didn’t know it was right in front of me. I almost thank him for the

directions just to be an ass, but refrain. Something about that knock has my instincts blaring Code Red. The knock sounded aggressive.Angry. Like

someone had pounded on the door with all their strength. A real man would offer to open the door for me after hearing such a

violent sound. Especially when we’re surrounded by a mile of thick woods and a hundred-foot drop into the water. But instead, Greyson stares at me expectantly. And a little like I’m stupid.

Huffing, I unlock the door and whip it open.Again, no one is there. I step out onto the porch, the rotting floorboards

groaning beneath my weight. Cold wind stirs my cinnamon hair,the strands

tickling my face and sending shivers racing across my skin. Goosebumps

rise as I tuck my hair behind my ears and walk over to one end of the porch. Leaning over the rail, I look down the side of the house. No one.

No one on the other side of the house, either.

There could easily be someone watching me in the woods, but I have no way of knowing with it being so dark. Not unless I go out there and search

myself. And as much as I love horror films, I have no interest in starring in one.

Greyson joins me on the porch, his own eyes scanning the trees. There’s someone watching me. I can feel it. I’m as sure of it as I am about the existence of gravity. Chills run down my spine, accompanied by a burst of adrenaline. It’s the

same feeling I get when I watch a scary movie. It begins with the beat of my heart, then a heavy weight settles deep in my stomach, eventually

sinking to my core. I shift, not entirely comfortable with the feeling right

now.Huffing, I rush back into the house and up the steps. Greyson trails

behind me. I don’t notice he’s in the middle of undressing as he walks down the hallway until he steps into my room after me. When I turn, he’s

stark naked. “Seriously?” I bite out. What a fucking idiot. Someone just banged on my

door like the wood personally put a splinter in their ass, and he’s immediately ready to pick up where he left off. Slurping on my neck like

one would slurp jello out of a container. “What?” he asks incredulously, splaying his arms out to his sides.

“Did you not just hear what I heard? Someone was banging on my door, and it was kind of scary. I’m not in the mood to have sex right now.”

What happened to chivalry? I would think a normal man would ask if I’m okay. Feel out how I’m feeling. Maybe try to make sure I’m nice and relaxed

before sticking their dick inside me. You know, read the fucking room.

“You serious?” he questions, anger sparking in his brown eyes. They’re a shitty color, just like his shitty personality and even shittier stroke game.

The dude gives fish a run for their money, the way he flops when he fucks. Might as well lay out naked in the fish market—he’d have a better chance

of finding someone to take him home. That person is not going to be me.

“Yes, I’m serious,” I say with exasperation.

“Goddammit, Addie,”

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