Page 135 of Obsession

He gave me a puppy dog face that looked funny on his face. I looked him in the eye again and since I was already tormented enough by it, I needed to know the truth.

“Can I ask you something else?” I began uncertainly.

He smiled, grabbed me by the waist and surprised me by sitting me on his lap. I tried to concentrate and not think about the hardness I was sitting on. He was only wearing his boxers, for heaven’s sake.

“Anything.”

I bit my lip slowly. I seemed to be on the softer side of Harris Hawk. That was a good thing, too.

“Why are you wearing contacts?”

His black eyes grew amused.

“How do you know I wear contacts?”

I didn’t break eye contact with his black irises and shrugged.

“They can’t be real. I’ve never seen anyone with eyes as black as yours.”

Harris smiled.

“Now you have.”

I was confused and looked down like a puppy who doesn’t understand the command.

“You are telling me they’re real?”

He smiled wider.

“I’ll allow you to find out for yourself.”

I frowned.

“If you think I’m wearing contacts, take them out.”

My face fell into a panic.

“Have you gone crazy!? I have no idea how to take them out, and if you’re not wearing them, I don’t want to gouge your eye out.”

He started laughing and I tried to shut him up. My father might still be at home.

“Touch the iris slowly with your fingertip and pull it down.”

I shook my head.

“I just want to know if you’re wearing them, you don’t have to take them off.”

“I’m not telling you that, find out for yourself,” he grinned and opened his eyes wide without blinking.

“Maybe you don’t have any, or you would have taken them off before bed,” I backed away.

Harris shrugged and I sighed with stress.

“You won’t hurt me, don’t worry.”

I bit my nail, curiosity gnawing at me.

“Don’t blink,” I warned as I straightened up.

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