Page 97 of Obsession

“I’ll just drive you home, I promise.”

“You promised the same thing once before and didn’t keep it,” I narrowed my eyes and he smiled again.

“That was entirely your fault, in case you forgot,” he leaned over me and whispered in my ear. “But if you repeat that move in this skirt, I’m not responsible for what happens next. So, if you keep your legs closed, I’ll be good. My fingers will be good too. I promise.”

His smirk drew a growl from me. Fucking crook! He was forever taunting me with that. Why did I have to mention his damn fingers?

I got into the car and tried to calm my pulse and breathing. Harris threw his empty can in the trash can and got behind the wheel. I made sure my bare legs were as far away from his hands as possible, and my struggle amused him.

With his stupid baseball cap on, he was so hot I couldn’t concentrate. I had no honey jars to set up to divert my attentionfrom him, and now we were alone. I touched the cold can of drink to my neck, though my fingers and arms still ached from the exertion.

Harris turned the car around in the middle of the crowd and sped off down the street. I couldn’t have done that without bumping into someone.

He was being watched the whole time he was there. Not just by me, but by almost everyone who passed him. Even now they were staring at the car, but not because of the make or the color. They were analyzing him as if it was shocking to see him there, to have him participate in such an activity. The more time passed, the more curious I became about him. What I discovered only raised more questions.

He turned on the music, at an appropriate volume, 2Scratch filling the atmosphere with sexual tension as the lyrics of played from the speakers. Harris was relaxed, even though he was still driving at insane speed.

All the work he’d done carrying the crates had toned his arms, and I struggled not to stare at his muscles and protruding veins.

Then the song changed, and with it the atmosphere. Josh Levi triggered a mixture of strange feelings in me, and I glanced at Harris out of the corner of my eye. If the words had caught his attention, he didn’t show it.

“So, you’ve decided to pretend you’ve forgotten what happened in the locker room,” he finally spoke, and I bit my lip as I turned my gaze forward.

“It seems you’ve decided to do the same.”

He looked at me, but I didn’t turn around. “I have been busy the last few days and decided to give you some time. There’s no way I have forgotten what happened.”

I sighed.

“What exactly happened, Harris?”

He preferred to look ahead.

“I’m trying to figure that out too,” he said after a while, so quietly I thought I was imagining it.

The rest of the journey was uncharacteristically calm for us, but also short. With his insane driving, Harris pulled up outside my house in no time at all.

I caught myself smiling bitterly without realizing it.

“What?” he asked after turning off the engine.

“I think that’s it. Whatever happened with us, it happened too fast, and now it’s time for both of us to take a step back.”

He looked at me for what felt like hours until I couldn’t take it anymore. I both wanted and didn’t want him to approve of my words.

“I want to show you something, Katherine,” I waited, curious. “Come with me,” he added and got out of the car.

Confused, I got out too, and he signaled for us to go into the house. I went ahead, and he followed me.

He stepped in behind me and closed the door.

“Harris, what…”

He reached for me, grabbed my hand, and turned me so I faced him, and the next second our lips met.

I whimpered and dropped the can of Coke.

Despite everything that had happened between us, I hadn’t expected it at that moment.

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