Just even looking at him gave me shivers. That perfect skin, so soft the elasticity and glow radiating off him like a god. If only I could touch it. Have it. He swept by me passing so close I could feel his body temperature, savoring every last drop of warmth he had to offer. Nothing could make this day better but then there it was. The winds carrying the lingering scent- his scent. I've always known how he smelled but today was different. It wasn't just his natural hormones filling the room with himself, nothing but himself. But rather the cologne he's wearing. My knuckles tense up at the thought of everybody else being able to smell what's mine. They could never love him like I do. -Authors Note- This story will be told from a stalker's point of view.