Page 119 of Save Me

“I still can’t believe you wear my freaking underwear like they’re damn handkerchiefs.”

He dips his head and nips my earlobe with his teeth before saying, “It’s how I keep you close to me at all times.”

A shiver runs down my spine. His voice is so possessive and full of ownership. A part of me wants to buck against it, to rebel against being owned by anyone, but the words won’t come out. It’s as if every part of me already knows that I belong to him. I’ve told him as much during sex. Screamed it from the top of my lungs.

I peer over my shoulder at him. His eyes are closed, and his head is leaning against the wall. He looks content and satisfied, but not completely relaxed.

“You know that’s strange, right?”

He opens one eye and raises an eyebrow.

“Wanting me with you at all times. It’s a little … obsessive,” I tell him.

Both eyes open. He takes my chin in his hands. “You haven’t figured it out by now?”

“Figured what out?”

“I’m utterly, irrevocably, and completely obsessed with you, Kennedy.”

The ferocity with which he says the words steal the air from my lungs. The intensity in his eyes mirrors the tone in his voice. I tuck my bottom lip between my teeth when it dawns on me.

Dae looks at me like I’m the center of his world. Like he would place the world at my feet if I even hinted that’s what I wanted.

That type of intensity is heady. I release a shaky breath.

“How long have you been obsessed with me?” My voice comes out so low.

His already dark eyes darken even more. “Longer than you’re ready to hear.”

I swallow. I don’t know what that answer means, but I believe him. For once, I’m unsure, but I want to know the answers to the questions swirling around in my head.

We remain silent for a long while, staring at one another.

Dae finally breaks the silence, saying, “Read me something.”

I wrinkle my forehead.

“What?”

“Read to me.”

“What do you want me to read?” I ask, thrown off by the question.

“One of your favorite articles. Written by you,” he adds. “You have some saved on your phone.”

He juts his head toward the counter where both of our phones sit. He reaches a long arm out for my phone and hands it to me.

“How did you know?”

“Lucky guess.”

I open the file where I keep a few articles and scroll through them. A smile touches my lips when I come to one in particular.

“Are you sure you want me to read this?” I glance back at him.

He gives me a deadpan expression with lifted eyebrows. Of course he’s serious.

He moves his hands from my waist to my breasts and begins kneading them. A sigh spills from my lips. He pinches one of my nipples.

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