Page 90 of Obsession

I swallowed down the bile in my throat.

That was the only thing that was missing. As if I didn’t have enough on my plate trying to connect with the family that I’d never met, Harris had to come into the picture.

Suddenly, nothing mattered anymore. Josh’s entire clan could have shown up, and it still wouldn’t have been any worse than putting up with Harris for an entire afternoon. While I carried jars of honey, no less.

I looked up at the sky Iolanda had been watching earlier, convinced that someone up there was making fun of me.

I mustered all my strength not to react when he came out, but, God, it was hard. It was so hard not to react to something like that.

Demon or not, he was feeling the heat too. He had on a pair of boxer shorts and a simple tank top. Still black, but in a different style than what I was used to. He was wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses.

Fuck, he was hot!

So fucking hot, and I hated him so much just because I couldn’t stop myself from looking at him.

He looked like a professional athlete, a world champion in some contact sport who came to visit his grandma.

At least he seemed as shocked by my presence as I was by his. It was easy to read that in his face. He hadn’t expected to find me here, just as I hadn’t expected him to show up.

Elay.

That’s what Iolanda called the boy who was supposed to help her. What the hell was Harris-As-Hard-As-Fucking-Stone doing here?

“You just woke up, didn’t you?” Iolanda scolded him, but in a gentle tone.

I wondered if he was also related to them… to me? I didn’t like that thought at all, and I didn’t want to analyze the reasons why.

He smiled and leaned down – very far - to kiss her cheek. Her head barely reached his elbow.

“I’m sorry I am late, Iolanda. I’m yours all day.”

My eyes widened immediately. His sunglasses were black, completely opaque, and I couldn’t see it, but I could have sworn he was looking at me when he said “yours”. Those familiar shivers came over me, stronger than ever.

I could no longer look at him the way I would look at a stranger, not the way I would look at a boy I wanted to be friends with, not after that kiss.

My body became painfully aware of it. The way I knew him, his touch, his breathing, his moans… his lips.

Finally, he took off his glasses, his gaze focused entirely on me. When Iolanda noticed his curiosity, she spoke and smiled at him.

“This is Katherine, my niece, the daughter of…”

“I know who she is,” Harris interrupted her.

I mentally kicked myself. He knew things about me like I knew things about him, probably even more.

Fuck me sideways, I should have stayed in bed.

“Oh,” Iolanda spoke up, “that’s right, you two go to the same high school.”

She didn’t get a chance to continue; her attention was caught by an approaching truck, and she immediately sprinted towards it. I looked in the same direction, watching her as she gave directions, just so I would not have to look at Harris.

He, on the other hand, looked at me far too much.

After taking just one step, I sensed that he was far too close to me. I took a deep breath as I looked at him, trying not to lose myself.

Suddenly, it got even hotter.

“Now I’m very glad I managed to wake up and come here.”

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