Taboo Temptation

“I will,” I reply as a flurry of thoughts run through my head.

Now that I think about it, the man who was stalking me yesterday had the same build as Jacob. If Jacob was wearing a baggy jacket and a hat, he’d probably look exactly like that man. I know it’s crazy, but I have a strange, sinking feeling that Jacob was the person following me.

“You okay?” he asks, pulling me out of my thoughts.

“Yeah,” I say, shaking my head in an attempt to clear it.

“You seemed like you were somewhere else.”

“I’m just a little tired,” I say, forcing normalcy into my voice as I pick up my coffee mug. “I need this.”

“Well, there’s more where that came from,” he assures me.

We don’t talk much more while we finish our respective meals. It seems like Jacob believes that I’m just tired. If only he knew I suspect him of being my stalker. I wonder if it would upset him to know that this is where my brain’s at.

When our plates are cleared, Jacob takes them to the sink. I finish getting ready, deciding to leave