Page 28 of Obsessive Love

Kaleb

The sound of knocking wakes me from my sleep and I instinctively grab Holly and point her at the window before I've even opened my eyes. When I see Myra staring at me through the window with a look of amusement on her face, I scowl and lower my gun as I use my other hand to wipe at my eyes, attempting to clear the blurry vision.

A yawn escapes me as I gather my bearings and open the car door, waiting for Myra to step back so I can climb out and then I stand there and stretch as she watches me with a hint of a smile on her weathered face.

"Why are you watching me like a creeper, Myra?" I ask, tucking Holly into my waistband and closing the car door.

"You're one to talk," she scoffs, patting me on the back lightly and walking past me towards the house. "You've been out here for three hours, so I thought I'd wake you up before your head slumped any more. Wouldn't want you to wake up with a crooked neck and be even grumpier than you usually are."

I glare at the back of her head as she laughs to herself and then I follow her into the foyer, yawning again.

"Looked like you were having a rather peaceful sleep out there. I wonder if that has anything to do with our new house guests," she says, stopping at the double doors between both staircases and turning to face me with raised brows.

"Go to bed and stop being nosey, Myra," I grunt, shaking my head as if I disapprove of what she said.

I silently make my way up the stairs and when I reach the landing, I ignore every logical thought in my mind and turn left instead of right.

I'll only check on her and make sure she's okay, then I'll leave her room and go to my own.

I repeat that thought in my head as I stroll down the hallway.

I whisper it to myself as well as I get to her door and pull the handle down, letting myself in.

I repeat it again as I walk towards her bed, scanning her covered figure and studying the subtle movement of her chest to confirm that she's breathing.

Once my eyes land on her face and I see how peaceful and perfect she looks, I take a step towards her and reach out my hand, smoothing my thumb across her cheek. Her eyes flicker open, and a small crease forms between her brows before she closes them again.Then, she releases a soft hum, snuggling deeper into her pillow.

As I stand there, continuing to watch her, I can no longer remember the words I was repeating in my head.

After a few moments, I step away from her, not wanting to chance waking her up again. Instead of leaving, I take my jacket off, set it on the floor, and sit beside it, leaning my back against the wall and keeping my eyes fixed on her sleeping form.

Maybe it's wrong of me to sit here, invading her space and watching her whilst she's sleeping and vulnerable, but after theevents of today, I need to keep her in my sight for a little while longer to convince myself that she's safe and that nothing's going to happen to her.

Chapter Twenty

Sophia

Isit up in bed and glance around the room in confusion as the remainder of my dream begins to extract itself from my memory. I screw my eyes shut again and press my fingers into the sides of my head, trying my hardest to grab hold of the dream before it slips away, but it's no use. That trick never seems to work.

I allow my body to fall backwards and sink into the comfy mattress, staring up at the unfamiliar ceiling. When I swipe my hands across my face, the feel of cold metal against my skin clears the sleepy fog from my mind, and reality starts rushing back in.

I'm fucking married.

I grimace when I look at the wedding band wrapped around my finger and yank it off in frustration, throwing it across the room.

A minute later, I'm shaking my head at myself, glad that I'm in this room alone and no one's around to witness my embarrassing outburst. I get up, intent on searching for the ring,considering I have to wear it whenever I'm out in public, but when I look to the floor and spot a rumpled suit jacket by the wall, finding the ring becomes the last thing on my mind.

You have got to be kidding me.

I jump out of bed and stomp over to the jacket, snatching it from the floor and holding it in front of me as I examine the size, colour, and blood stains to confirm my suspicions.

When I realise it's Kaleb's jacket that he wore last night at the wedding, I throw it back on the floor, shaking my head in disbelief. I glance around the room, looking for anything else of his, but there's nothing.

Maybe the flashes of Kaleb in my mind aren't from my dream last night. Maybe they're from him being in my room, spying on me whilst I was sleeping.

A shiver rolls through my body at the thought of him watching me, although I'm unsure if it's a shiver of disgust or something else.

I stomp around the room, huffing as I straighten up the bed and get dressed, all while thinking about what I'm going to say to Kaleb when I inevitably see him. Once I've got some denim shorts on and a plain black T-shirt, I shove my hair into a messy ponytail, snatch the jacket off of the floor, and then rip open the bedroom door, ready to rain hell on the Italian stallion that snuck into my room last night.

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