Page 115 of Volatile Obsessions

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That night on the Panorama was the turning point in our relationship.

I had her.

Maybe not in a sole proprietary sense, but after all we’d been through, including trying to outsmart destiny, I finally fucking had her on the same wave-length as me.

No more running.

No more denying.

No more pretending this shit between us wasn’t real as fuck.

I had her, and soon, she’d officially be mine. I knew it was going to take a lot more than a little weed and calling a truce to get there, but this was a start.

Now more than ever, I was going to have to lay the charm on real thick, though. With Liza only two steps behind, time was undoubtedly limited.

Of the essence.

And when the time came to pack my bags and leave, Lux would be coming with me. I refused to leave her behind.

Unless she wanted to stand beside me and go to war.

But that would mean having to regale her with the painful pieces of my past…

No, too soon. It was too bloody soon for all that. With my luck, she’d revert to old ways and push me away again.

I’d fought too hard to lose her because of my demons and what they’d forced me to do.

Who they’d forced me to become.

I’d cross the bridge when we got there. For now, I was going to relish every goddamn moment she allowed me to spend with her.

In the flesh.

On the phone.

Every single one.

“What are you doing for Thanksgiving?” I asked her, falling flat on my bed after a shower. Throwing the phone on speaker, I laid it on my chest as she replied, her sultry voice filling my room.

“Nothing—I don’t celebrate it. It’s an American holiday.”

“Newsflash, kitty kat, you live in America.”

“I know, but I’m not American.” I could practically see her shrugging. “What about you? Any plans?”

“Naaa,” I drawled. “I don’t celebrate it either.”

“So then why ask me if—”

“I was fucking with you.”

“As always,” she laughed.

I couldn’t help myself from laughing, too. She was right.

But I was about to change that...

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