Page 272 of Obsession

“Stop tempting me, I’m busy.”

I stopped pestering him and assumed the position of the statue. My legs went numb, pinned between his up to my knees, but I did not think to move them as they felt good there.

With every inch of the tattoo, my heartbeat increased, and I began to sweat more than he did.

We lost track of time as we stood there; I held his mirror and watched, mesmerized, as he created the most mesmerizing declaration of love ever.

Maybe it was minutes, maybe hours, maybe days. I was unable tell time anymore as I struggled with the avalanche of emotions and tears, knowing that no matter what followed, Harris and I would be eternal.

He let out a sigh of relief when the buzzing stopped.

Harris leaned back in the chair, his neck red. He took the mirror from my lap and proudly admired his work. Then he let go of my legs and pulled me onto his lap. I was paralyzed and started rubbing my numb feet.

“Well?” Harris asked with a smile, allowing me to look at the tattoo.

I raised my hand, but stopped it in mid-air before my fingers could touch the sensitive skin.

“You can touch it,” he encouraged me.

I gently pressed my fingertip against his painted skin. It felt so warm, hot and swollen. I leaned over his neck and gently touched my lips to my tattoo.

The black angel wings were perfectly blended around my initial and stretched across a quarter of the right side of Harris’neck, down to his Adam’s apple and up to his ear. It was big enough and stood out, much more than his infamous S, and it looked so good on him. My initial looked downright sexy on his neck, especially as it was the only one in that area. The two wings were similar to the tattoo on my back, but there was more to them, something demonic. They were sharper, more dangerous.

“It’s… unbelievable,” I whispered, frighteningly emotional because I still couldn’t believe he’d done that for me.

“You made me fall in love with you. You deserve it,” he said with a smile and my cheeks caught fire.

He took my face in his palms and pulled me into a tender kiss.

“That’s the one thing I promisedmyself. Girls have always fallen in love with me, and I’ve marked them with my tattoo, but I promised myself that if a girl comes along that I fall in love with, I’ll be the one with the mark. She will be mine, but I will also be hers. It was a self-challenge, but also a wish, because I never thought it would happen. I didn’t think aKatherine Wrisewould come into my life and blow my mind to pieces,” I giggled and took his face in my palms, “and I didn’t think it would feel this good to have my mind blown to pieces either,” he continued and I pulled him to my lips to stop him because he was going to make me cry again if he kept talking like that.

Our moment was interrupted by a knock at the door.

“You are still coming, aren’t you? It’s nearly midnight,” Ty called out.

Harris looked at his watch, the one he never took off. The screen turned on and we saw that there were seventeen minutes left until midnight.

The day had passed in a surreal way.

“Yeah, we’re coming,” Harris called back before standing up with me in his arms.

“Isn’t it too late to go to the party?”

“The best parties start after midnight,” he winked at me.

He tidied his desk, wiped and disinfected everything, then applied cream to his tattoo. He didn’t seem to think about putting a foil over it.

“I’m going to take a shower, want to join me?” his look became a little too interesting.

“Shower?” I repeated the word as if I didn’t know what it meant, then licked my lips, “Yeah, a shower would be good.”

Among other things.

He gave me a charming smile and pulled me into his arms. The tattoo looked so hot on him, he had become truly irresistible.

He leaned down to me, but before he could kiss me, there was another knock at the door, and an angry breath wafted from his nostrils.

“Harris, come out from between Kath’s legs. I need her. We need to pick out an outfit for tonight.”

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