Page 223 of Obsession

I looked down at his lips and tried to concentrate. Fuck, this was hard.

“Why are you wearing gloves?”

“It’s cold outside,” he spoke over my lips and I frowned.

“You promised you’d never lie to me.”

His lips traveled to my ear.

“I’m not lying, it really is cold outside.”

I wanted to kick him in the balls, I would have thrown the coffee in his face if it hadn’t been so precious.

He held me tighter when I wanted to leave his side.

“And I wear them because I only want to leave my fingerprints on you from now on.”

I understood what I wanted from him, and it was clear I wasn’t going to get a better answer.

“Where’s…”

“Oh, fuck it, baby, I swear I’ll answer anything you want, but right now…” his lips pressed against mine and my serotonin levels skyrocketed until he managed to chase away my headache.

I hadn’t kissed him yesterday before he’d left and I’d regretted it all night, now I was getting it all up front and Harris was offering me more than I could bear.

He held me tightly in his arms and breathed hard through my lips, his jaw was locked tight and I felt the cold leather gloves glide over my hips as he lifted my t-shirt a little.

We only pulled away because we were in public, but even that didn’t seem reason enough as Harris bit his bottom lip, still looking at my mouth.

“I want you to tell me everything you’ve done,” I whispered so only he could hear me.

He nodded and looked me in the eye.

“Am I… safe?”

My question hurt him, I could see it in his eyes, the fact that I had to ask that.

“Yes, you are. You and everyone you care about. I promise.”

That was all I needed to hear, and so I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Most of the students had already gone to the cafeteria.

“Are you hungry?”

It seemed like he was stalling, but luckily for him, I really was hungry. The calming effect his arrival had on me had got my body working again. I hadn’t eaten since yesterday lunchtime and that felt awful now.

“Yeah, but I’m not sure I want to go to the cafeteria.”

“We can go somewhere else.”

I looked at him and analyzed the option; the chances of us getting back to school, especially on time, were slim.

“No, you’ve skipped enough school already.”

I took his hand and pulled him toward the cafeteria, and he didn’t protest.

The excitement seemed to have moved here, and our arrival no longer silenced anyone, which felt good. As I laid eyes on their usual table, I only noticed the boys. None of them had anything to eat, just a soda or an energy drink.

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