Alissia
When I get back, it’s nearly midnight, and the apartment is silent. Jenni must be asleep, which means I can move around quietly, avoiding the questions I’m not in the mood to answer. I need to get changed—Blake is expecting me soon, and I have no idea what to wear for a stalking lesson.
Is there even a dress code for stalking someone? I have no idea, and I feel flushed, not sure if it’s the lingering summer heat or the thrill of everything that’s happened tonight.
Sighing, I settle on a pair of leggings, a t-shirt, and trainers. Something easy to move in, in case… well, in case I have to move fast. Tying my hair up in a loose ponytail, I grab a small crossbody bag and toss a few essentials inside. Gloves? Cap? He didn’t give me instructions, which makes me wonder—was that delibe
