Page 7 of Edging Obsession

My face scrunches in disgust by her choices. “That’s it? No protein and carbs after our workout?” Jules shakes her head, still avoiding eye contact and a blush spreads along her face. “Fine. I hope it’s enough for more rounds.”

I place our order, stomp out my cigarette, and retrieve my phone from the bedroom. When I return, Jules’ eyes glide around the room. She takes a timid step closer to the windows, holding onto the couch as she leans over to look out. I snatch her up in my arms and she screams.

“Afraid of heights?” She nods. “I’ll cure you of it.” My lips brush against her forehead and she finally meets my eyes.

“How?”

I lift my brow with a teasing smile. “You’ll see.”

Curled in my arms, staring at me, I place a kiss on the tip of her nose, and put her on the couch. Her eyes roam my body while I read through my text messages. I look at her and she turns away.

“My face and cock have been buried inside you, so we’re past the point of shyness.”

This gets her attention and focus back on my body. After I answer more text messages from my brother, I sit next to her on the couch. She glances down. Her fingers follow the snake tattoo on my thigh, tracing it over my covered hip, and she pushes me forward to view the snake head stopping at my lower back.

“What happened?” I know what she’s talking about, but I wait a second and she rephrases the question. “How did you get this scar?”

“Car accident.”

Jules tucks her legs underneath her. She rests her arm on the back of the couch, balancing her cheek on her fist. “How long ago?”

My hand runs along my thigh, lost to the past. Guilt has been the driving force for me to leave and start anew. I became a drummer in one of the biggest bands in America, while trying to forget my losses. Jules’ hand rests on top of mine, bringing me back to the present.

I croak out, “Five years ago.”

“What caused—”

I haul her onto my lap, hand grasping her jaw, and I kiss her hard enough to bruise her already swollen lips. The kiss ends and she understands why I did it. No more personal questions.

“Can I ask you trivial questions?”

“Like what?”

“What’s your favorite color?”

My gaze locks on her. “Autumn. The color of your eyes.” Jules blushes and bites the tip of her finger.

“Your favorite type of food?”

“Asian.”

She turns in my lap. “Mine, too!” Not only is she beautiful, but she’s also fucking cute. “Is rock your favorite music genre?”

“I like all kinds of music.”

Jules’ body softens in my arms. She rests her back to my chest as she begins to talk fast. “Me too. Rock. Folk. R&B. Classical. The list goes on. Songs remind me of certain times in my life. They lift me up when I’m feeling down.” She turns to face me. “I listen to music all the time. I used to have earbuds, but I lost them and couldn’t afford another pair.” Her mouth keeps running while I absorb her energy. “I didn’t want to ask my parents for the money, so I’ve been without. As soon as I know I won’t lose my job, and can save, I’m buying myself another pair.” I can’t help smiling at her enthusiasm. “What? Why are you smiling at me?”

“Because you’re sweet. I haven’t seen sweet in quite a while.” I run my fingers through her hair. “Go on.”

“That’s it…for now.” She covers her mouth and laughs.

There’s a knock on the door, so I place her on the couch. I check my phone for a confirmation and nod to myself before letting room service in.

“Good morning, Mr. Nash.” The guy rolls the cart toward the couches. Before he does anything else, I tell him I’ll take it from here as I hand him a tip.

His eyes widen. “Thank you so much, Mr. Nash. If there’s anything else I can do for you, please don’t hesitate to call.”

I nod and he leaves. Jules is by the cart, lifting plate covers, eyes bugging out at the amount of food I ordered.

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