Kiss (2)

"No? You hopped over my fence on Saturday. You parked outside my place on Sunday thanks for the tip, Stephan and today you planted yourself in the diner across the street, watching my every move. Sorry, sweetheart, but that's stalking."

"I wasn't watching your every move."

"Correction," he countered, "you couldn't see inside the diner, but every time I stepped out, I felt your eyes burning into me."

"I only came out once," I mumbled, crossing my arms and pouting at the building behind him. A beat later, I winced. Stupid! How would I know he only came out once if I hadn't been watching him? Way to blow your cover, Ria.

He smirked. "Stalker."

I shot him a sidelong glance. Hands shoved casually in his pockets, he wore an expression of infinite patience, as if he could wait all day for my confession.

Taking a deep breath, I ruffled my hair, frustrated heat rising to my cheeks. "Okay, okay. Fine. Maybe I was... stalking you a little."

A triumphant grin split his face. "See? Admitting it wa