She could have been anyone, any young little thing, but there was something about her that pulled me, captured my attention like nothing, or no one else ever had.
I'd watched her for weeks, pretending she didn't know I was there. She knew, but she played. She loved what she did to me. Loved knowing that I wanted her, that I yearned for every inch of her skin against mine.
As she slinked through the room, I followed. A few feet, several inches... I never let her out of my sight. I would have her by the end of the night--in my bed, on her back, on her knees, and at my mercy.
She could run, and she could hide, but I would always find her. Always.