Page 130 of Obsession

FEELINGS IN INK

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I opened my eyes in the sunlight and felt more rested than I had in months.

I rubbed my eyes and swallowed a yawn when I realized that something was holding me down, my back stuck to a hard abdomen, a naked one.

Startled, I turned around and was left breathless by Harris next to me, his bare chest and bottom covered by the blanket as he hugged me to him like I was a fluffy teddy bear.

I mumbled something, but he didn’t wake up.

My instinct told me to walk away, but the sight of him would not let me.

He was no longer a demon.

Sleep made his frown, cheeky smile and angry look disappear.

Now he was an angel.

His black curls lay in disarray on my pillow and his forehead, and his full, pink lips were slightly parted as he breathed in and out, the warm air he exhaled wafting over my shoulder.

I wanted to kiss him, sleepy as he was.

I swallowed and wondered if he was completely naked next to me. Slowly, I lifted the blanket, my blood pressure rising with every second that passed. If he was naked, I really didn’t want him to know that I had done this, I was planning on hitting him over his head with a pillow as soon as I pulled the blanket back up. I heaved a sigh of relief when I saw he had his boxers on.

I was dressed, and it seemed he had not touched anything, but when the hell had he taken his clothes off?

He hadn’t done anything the night before and I was still shocked by that. Maybe he only had his boxers on now, but when I had fallen asleep, he had only taken off his boots. Had he been singing to me?

This moment was very unclear. I was sure that at some point, as I lay in the arms of sleep, I had heard a voice humming an old lullaby, but I couldn’t figure out if it was Harris or if I had dreamed it. I’d definitely dreamed it.

He had held me in his arms, stroked my hair and my back, and made no sexual innuendos. I had fallen asleep with his breath and his lips on my forehead.

I allowed myself a closer look at him. When I saw him lying almost naked next to me, I was more certain than ever that he wasn’t quite human.

His face was breathtaking, his bone structure seemed to have been carved by the hands of a god obsessed with masculine perfection. His muscles looked as if he was tense, even now that he was relaxed and asleep. A strange warmth came over me as I saw the V-line leave his hips and disappear behind the fabric of his boxers. An indomitable feeling took hold of me, and I wanted to touch him.

I pulled the blanket even lower, revealing his legs. I swallowed audibly when I saw what was hidden under his underwear.

All right, so I wasn’t the only one who was aroused. Luckily, I had nothing to prove it.

I bit my lip and quickly pulled the blanket back up before any more crazy ideas popped into my head. I winced when I heard him laugh and turned my head towards him, only to see him looking at me with an amused and sleepy face.

“Why did you take your clothes off?” I spoke quickly, as if the accusation was going to cover the way I was staring at him.

“You seemed to enjoy the sight a few seconds ago,” he purred against my skin.

I could have sworn his sleepy voice sounded exactly like the purr of a giant, perverted cat.

“When did you get undressed?” I continued.

“After you fell asleep. I hate sleeping with my clothes on, and I was tempted to take off my underwear too, but I was afraid you’d sexually assault me in my sleep.”

I looked at him indignantly.

“You wish,” I muttered.

He grinned like a cat and kissed me, then turned onto his back and stretched out his body – a body that barely fit in my bed. His feet fell over the edge, and as he relaxed, his bones cracked, a clear sign that he hadn’t slept well.

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