Stalker

Some people may think I'm stalking him, but I'm not. I just like...observing, and he happens to be my favorite subject.

I like to call him Mr. X. It's safer that way, since he's the hottest doctor in town, and I'd turn into a laughingstock in an instant if people find out I have the audacity of even crushing on him – someone wildly successful, heartbreakingly handsome, and so dangerously charming he can seduce you into doing anything.

I've seen it happen one too many times, which is why I know it's better this way.

I stalk him when I need to de-stress. Fantasize about all sorts of things, which I then write in my journal.

He's my imaginary boyfriend, and that's all he was supposed to be until...
The day he suddenly meets my gaze---
Talks to me---
Touches me---

And everything changes.

Warning: This is an over-the-top, completely unrealistic, 100% escapist, insta-lust and insta-love kind of story between a good girl and a bad boy.