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GABRIELLA
THE NIGHT WENT by in a blur, but I had to pretend everything was okay. Left and right, I looked over my shoulder, sensing his presence like the f*****g plague. He was there watching me and I had no clue who he was. I was glad when Paxton wanted to leave.
As soon as we got back to his house and he was in the shower, I checked the doors and the alarm a gazillion times to make sure everything was good. I didn’t like feeling watched and I sure as hell didn’t like someone stalking me.
It was now morning and I’d watched the sun come up, with Paxton sleeping beside me. He’d held me in his arms, but even as I had laid there, I was scared.
“How many cups of coffee have you had?”
The coffee machine finished spitting out the last of my pumpkin spice and I took a sip. “Three, but wh
