D E N Z E L
Cooper Montigo. The woman lying in front of the TV, on the couch on the opposite side of me hardly noticed that I was staring at her. Her eyes were glued on some reality TV show about some problematic tattoo artists on VH1.
When she told me that someone had been stalking her, I was furious. I didn’t know what to think at first, but I called my close friend Donna, she’d find him in no time. And when I got to know who he was, he’d pay for making Cooper so scared, so vulnerable, and so worried.
“Are you hungry?” Her soft voice broke me out of my thoughts and I shrugged.
“Are you?”
“I could eat,” She smiles sheepishly, sitting up and I can barely keep my eyes off her chest as the blanket drops from around her.
“How about we cook?” I suggest and her eyes widen.
“We? Li
