Part 1The Best Hunters Often Appear as Prey

Ethan Harper is the older boy who lives next door to me, four years older than I am.

During the hormone-driven teenage years, I accidentally walked in on him pleasuring himself.

I have a secret I could never confess: I desperately wanted this man to touch me and…to trail his fingers slowly over my skin, to pull me close until I felt every inch of his heat pressing against me

I felt ashamed of all the filthy thoughts filling my head.

Not long after, Ethan Harper's family moved away, and I never saw him again.

But on countless nights,

when I closed my eyes, his expression of pleasure mixed with pain would flash in my mind, along with the stifled gasps caught in his throat and the musky, sweet scent that hung in the air and made my heart race.

I never imagined I would get another chance to see this man who haunted my dreams.

In the pitch-black hallway, someone covered my eyes and touched me freely, but his scent and voice had already given him away.

Ethan Harper, I am far more obsessed with you than you realize.

But I won't expose you. After all, the best hunters often appear as prey.