Allison stared at him dumbstruck by his words. Did he want her? "It's not possible Stuart. You can't force me to suddenly become your toy," she said stubbornly.
"I'm not asking you to be my toy," he admitted, hurt by her words.
"I don't know you at all. You have stalked me for a year. How can I trust you?" she said, coming into the kitchen and checking out what he was making.
Stuart looked at her with wide eyes, thinking whether to correct her or not. "Not a year. I've stalked you for two years," he admitted, looking straight into her vivid blue eyes.
The knife fell from her hands as she kept looking at him with rounded eyes and mouth hanging open. "Two years? Why?" she asked slowly, trying to grasp what he was saying.
Busy making pasta, he simply shrugged and kept on doing his work.
