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speeding up to keep by her side. Why can’t I just let her go? I should just turn the fuck around and walk away from this girl. I’m giving way too much attention to her; more than I’ve ever given a chick before, and I’m probably creeping her out.
    She shakes her head in response, by which time we’ve reached her car. It’s freezing cold and she’s shivering in her clothes. Without thinking about it, I slide off my hoodie, revealing my face to anyone who happens to be nearby. I wrap it around her shoulders, no longer caring about being seen.
    “You looked cold.” My voice sounds defensive as the words come out, and she looks surprised by my sudden kindness.
    “I can’t return it,” she says with a sad smile. “I have to go now.”
    “It’s all right,” I shrug, like it doesn’t matter at all. Right now I’m itching to rip the hoodie and the rest of her clothes from her body. I’m certainly not thinking about her returning it. “You sure I can’t tempt you for a drink?”
    “No, I should really get going.” Her voice doesn’t sound too sure, and we both linger in the parking lot, like lost souls. “What’s your name?”
    Her question takes me by surprise. She seems genuinely interested in finding this out, and I can’t help but give in, however dangerous this might be.
    “Dexter,” I admit, even though I shouldn’t. Her pupils dilate, but not with recognition.
    “I’m Willa,” she says.
    “Willa.” The name is soft and sweet on my lips, and I wonder if she tastes the same as her name does in my mouth. Fuck, I want to know. “Sure you don’t need a place to stay, Willa? You seem a little lost.”
    She looks at her car and laughs mirthlessly. It’s a miserable sound which convinces me that she really has nowhere to go. I wonder why she’s here with only that shit-heap for transport, and I wonder why she doesn’t have her own money to get a room. I wonder lots of things about this girl, and I still don’t have a single fucking clue.
    “I’ll be okay,” she says. “And you, Dex, will you be okay?”
    It’s then that I see a patrol car pulling into the parking lot.
    Willa’s eyes spots the police too and I can see her expression turn cold. Her pupils turn almost black with terror, which causes me to do the very thing that I’ve wanted to do from the very first time that I saw her.
    I grab her by the waist, put a hand over her pretty mouth, and drag her into the shadows of a dingy alley, away from prying eyes.
    Shit. It had to be done, but now she probably thinks I’m a fucking serial killer…

Four

Willa
    I don't have time to react. One moment, I'm standing in the deserted parking lot, and the next, Dexter has pulled me into the shadowy side alley. I'm shivering, adrenaline rushing through my veins. My brain is screaming at me, begging me to stop this man from hurting me. It's no good, though—he's enormous, a wall of muscle and tattoos. I could never stop him, even if I fought with all my might.
    What the hell am I going to do? How is this happening all over again?
    I scream against his callused palm, my voice coming out as a small whimper, muffled by his skin. I'm really panicking now, the memory of Ryan still far too fresh in my mind.
    He drags me deeper into the shadows, but strangely, it doesn’t hurt at all. There’s something in his softer movements that lead me to believe that perhaps his intention isn’t to harm me. He's almost gentle, his grasp on my body strong but not overpowering.
    "Please," he begs me in the deep, gravelly voice which has come close to melting my heart so many times within the last fifteen minutes, although I couldn’t tell you why. It melts just a little more as I look up at him. "Please, just be quiet."
    I try to calm down as I realize that he isn't going to hurt me. This is about something else entirely. Even though I feel more confident in my safety, it doesn’t escape my knowledge that we’re in a dirty alleyway, and that the man whose