CHAPTER 146: Any Of The Blood

Desiree's POV

It's been a couple of days since Mike brought his things into the house, and so far, he seems to be everywhere. In the kitchen when I go to get water. In the living room when I want to have a living room time. Even in the damn compound when I’m trying to catch some air.

“Are you following me?” I say, as I see Mike coming toward the pool where I’m lounging.

Mike lets out a long, exasperated sigh, the kind that sounds halfway between a groan and a laugh, as he strolls toward the pool. He’s shirtless, naturally, like he owns the entire planet. I glare at him from my lounge chair, the sun beating down on me, but I can’t tell if the heat is from the sun or my own annoyance.

“Are you following me?” I ask again, looking up from my sunglasses.

He raises an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me. It’s been days since you moved back in, and somehow you’re everywhere. Every room, every corner, and now, here, by the pool. It’s like I can’t breathe without you showing up.”

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