The Stalker Next Door

Summary

I was rummaging through Julian Thorne's trash when I received an anonymous text:

"I want to lick the mole on your collarbone, baby."

Even after blocking the number, the harassing messages kept coming.

Whether I was late for work, out at the movies, or stalking Julian myself, he always managed to send a flirty text right on cue.

He even offered me advice:

"Once Julian drinks it, baby, you can do whatever you want with him."

Later, I accidentally stumbled into Julian's darkroom.

The walls were plastered with photos of me.