Page 289 of Obsession

It wasn’t long before I realized that Adam was also buzzed. First, he was being unusually honest, and second, it was two in the morning, and he chose this time to apologize.

Harris turned even redder, and I put my finger to his lips when he was about to say something.

“Why do you care if I hate you, Adam?” I asked, looking at Harris.

Was I being a bitch? Probably.

Adam sighed again and the sound of a broken bottle filled the room. Yeah, he had been drinking.

“Because I’ve been stupid. I’ve been stupid all along, not just now.”

I took whatever I wanted from that, but Harris clearly understood his words better than I did.

I tried to pull myself together for a second, because I wasn’t in the mood for Adam to confess God knows what to me.

“I’m not angry with you, Adam. I just needed some time, but I’m fine, don’t worry about me.”

“I want to see you. I want to talk …”

Harris took the phone from my hand.

“Listen to me, you little shit, if you get within a hundred miles of her, you’re going to wish the bullet had hit your brain, because once I get my hands on you, you’re going to come out of them in pieces, got it? If you call, look for her and keep bothering her with your sentimental bullshit, I’ll smash your skull with a hammer. Thor style.”

Then he hung up. I hadn’t breathed since he snatched the phone out of my hand, and when he looked at me, his anger hadn’t subsided.

“Did that motherfucked just say he loves you?” he panted like a bull, holding the phone up like it was Adam’s head.

“He didn’t say exactly that.”

“Oh, but he did.”

I shrugged, it was all I could do.

“That’s your reaction?”

“Hey, Amber loves you too, and probably a dozen other girls, so what can you do?”

My composure was driving him crazy, I could tell, because my plan was working a little too well. He stepped menacingly closer to me and breathed through his nose. Nothing good happened when Harris breathed through his nose.

“Don’t change the subject.”

“I’m not, I was just emphasizing my point. Maybe Adam just...”

My brain cracked as he pressed against me so hard I thought he threw me to the floor, but he just kissed me.

“Do not you ever say his fucking name again, do you hear me?” he murmured with his lips pressed to mine.

He grabbed the back of my neck and glued me against him.

“You’re mine,” he continued to growl as he kissed me fiercely.

Oh, there he was. I had managed to get the true demon out.

It was time for me to launch the next attack.

“Prove it,” I bit his lip, “I don’t belong to anyone else, but you don’t make me feel like I’m yours either.”

A few years earlier, I had gone to Louisville with my parents – as a parenthesis to my current situation – and had seen a giant anaconda. At the time, I had wondered what would happen if I stepped on the creature’s tail.

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