61. Chapter Sixty

Chapter Sixty

I never thought having the psychopath in my bed would be so damn relieving. Though this house and bed are new, it's all felt so lonely without him.

I haven't known him all that long, but it seems like I have. I came to expect him to always be there, even when I said I didn't want him to be. I always knew he wasn't far, and it took me too long to realize how much I liked it.

"Did you try replacing me with a dog?" he asks.

I chuckle. "No," I say simply.

"Good because he's cute, and I don't want to hate him."

Embarrassment heats my cheeks at the mention of the dog.

"About the dog," I start.

He lifts onto his elbow and stares down at me.

"What about the dog?" he questions.

When I named him, I did it because I missed Sev. I hadn't considered I'd be telling Sev the name of the dog and admitting how I came up with it. The second I tell him, he's going to put it all together. And it'll be something he never lets go. This is going to be a big thing for him.

"His name…" I start.

"If you tell me you named that dog after one of you ex's, so help me, Justin, I—"

"No," I say, lifting onto my elbow and pressing a hand to my chest. "I didn't. I just…" I let out a sigh, burying my face in his shoulder. "I named the dog Franz."

It's quiet. All I hear is his heartbeat and breathing.

Any minute now he's going to freak out. Get crazy over me naming the dog Franz.

"Franz," he says carefully, which has me lifting my head from him. When I meet his gaze, there isn't excitement there like I thought. It's nothing but pure love shining in those dark eyes. All the embarrassment I felt disappears.

"Yeah," I say. "You know like Franz—"

"Liszt. My favorite composer."

I roll my lips between my teeth and nod. "The dog kind of looks like you, so I wanted to name him something that reminded me of you, and that's what I came up with."

He tackles me then, his giant body lying on top of mine, his face buried in my neck. He kisses me all over, quick soft kisses that cover every inch of my neck, face and chest. I'm laughing by the time he's done. And when he looks at me, he's grinning from ear to ear.

"I love you so fucking much," he says, the words so simple.

My chest warms.

I bring my hand up to cup his cheek. "I love you too."

He grins so wide, bringing his nose down to touch mine. "I knew it," he whispers. Then he kisses me, reminding me that there is no reason for me to ever feel embarrassed or vulnerable when it comes to Sev because he does the wildest shit and without apology. I don't think I could ever do anything that compares to what he does, so why do I worry? And the guy has been obsessed with me. He loves everything I do.

We lay together for a while, me on my back and him cuddling up to me, his leg thrown over my waist. I almost fall asleep, until I realize that we really need to shower. So, we get up to do that. My ass is definitely sore, but I'm not complaining. I don't hate it.

We shower quickly, and when we're drying off in my bedroom, I randomly ask, "You ever going to let me fuck you?"

He grins. "Hell fucking yes."

My eyes widen. "Are you serious?"

"Hell yeah. That shit feels so good."

He walks past me to go back into the bathroom. I follow him.

"So all this time you made it seem like you'd never bottom. Why?"

He shrugs, drying off his hair. "Because it was funny. Because it got you to loosen up. Because you realized how much you like taking it up the ass."

I cringe. "Don't say it like that."

"Why not?"

"Because it sounds weird."

He rolls his eyes and goes back to drying off. He looks around the room. "I have nothing to wear."

"So just stay naked," I say. He glances at me. "Maybe I'll fuck you tonight."

He smirks. "Yeah? You could do it now," he says eagerly, dropping the towel and gripping my waist.

I kiss him. "I need you to do something for me first."

"Anything," he says huskily, his face once again burying in the crook of my neck.

I whisper in his ear, "Make me food. I'm starving."

He pulls back and laughs. "I see how it is. You just want me here for my cooking."

"It's definitely a selling point."

He chuckles. "Fine, but on one condition," he says.

"What?"

"You have to help me."

I shake my head and move to my bureau to get a pair of pants. "Bad idea. I already almost burned the house down."

"Won't happen with me here."

I shove on my pants and grab another pair that may fit him. I offer them, but he shakes his head.

"Naked cooking is fun."

I roll my eyes, put the pants back, then scoop up all the wet clothes. We go downstairs and he heads into the kitchen while I go to the laundry room. When I come back, I find him petting Franz, who is extremely happy for the attention. The counter is covered in all kinds of stuff that I'd bought to try to cook but gave up. Glad he can get use out of it.

"Didn't think you'd be a dog person," I say.

"I fucking love animals," he says, scratching under Franz's chin. "Especially ones that look like me and are named after my favorite things."

"You're never going to let that go, are you?"

He stands up and shakes his head. "Not a fucking chance. Come on." He gestures toward the counter, and I begrudgingly head over there.

"What are we making?" I ask.

"Chicken soup," he says.

"Sounds terrible."

He frowns at me. "You're just saying that to get out of helping me."

"You're right."

He gives me a little shove, and we get to work. Thankfully, I don't almost burn the house down this time, but I don't do anything on the stove. Sev tries to get me to, but I refuse. I help him cut things, though nothing is even. I give him the ingredients he needs when asked. I do pretty much whatever he tells me as long as it doesn't entail actual cooking.

When it's done, it smells delicious. It's a great night for chicken soup since it's chilly and rainy. I grab dishes, and Sev serves us. We sit at my table, but before we eat, I hold up a hand. He watches me carefully as I go to the kitchen and open a drawer to pull out a white pillar candle.

"Too much?" I ask, holding it up.

He grins. "Definitely not. Get your ass over here."

I light the candle, placing it between us on the table.

We each eat three bowls of food. When we're done, we clean up the kitchen together. Then me, him, and Franz get comfortable on the couch and find a movie to watch.

"I have a new fact about hawks," Sev says before we get through the opening scene of Indiana Jones.

Here we go…

"What's that?" I ask with a sigh.

"They're my favorite bird," he says, snuggling against my chest.

I can't help but smile down at him. I run my hand through his soft hair.

"You're my favorite too," I say softly.

I feel him smile against my chest as he squeezes me just a little tighter.

Sev is the last thing I was missing in this house. Now that he's here, I can officially start my life here. With him. My psychopathic stalker.

It's not as bad as it sounds, I guess. We all secretly want someone obsessed with us, don't we? I'm just lucky enough to have one. And I swear, I will never let him go. I'm pretty sure at this point, I'm obsessed with him as much as he is with me.

I'm just not willing to tell him that yet.