The Admirer Who Fought Off My Stalker Was An Even Worse Hot Free

My stomach did a strange flip. Part of me—the stupid, fairy-tale part—thought, Wow, he really cares. The other part—the part that had spent six months being watched by Dave—started to feel a very familiar itch under my skin. Liam didn’t just fight off my stalker. He replaced him.

I told myself he was just protective. After all, he had saved me. He had seen what a stalker looked like. Of course he was attuned to threats. the admirer who fought off my stalker was an even worse hot

That prickle on your neck when he checks your phone? That heaviness in your chest when he “jokes” about keeping you safe? That’s not romance. That’s your nervous system screaming. Epilogue: Where Are They Now? Dave, believe it or not, finally got therapy. He sent me an apology letter through a mutual friend—no address, no return, just “I’m sorry. I was lost. I’m getting help.” Last I heard, he volunteers at an animal shelter. Good for him. My stomach did a strange flip