Page 45 of Obsessive Love

When I reach her door, I pause, listening for any noise through the door and after a few minutes of silence, I push my hand down on the handle, slowly opening the door and sneaking inside.

I close the door behind me as I stare at her sleeping form and a small smile graces my face when she releases a soft snore. I walk towards the bed, eyes locked on her face as I take a minute to admire her.

Even though her face is squished into the pillow, she still looks stunning. Her little button nose twitches and her plump lips part as she releases a sleepy sigh.

I crouch beside her as my eyes scan her features and lift my hand, cupping her face and stroking my thumb along her cheek. Her lips lift and she hums as she moves her face against my hand.

The longer I spend watching her and touching her, the harder I find it to pull myself away. After what feels like an hour, I take off my boots and walk around to the other side of the bed, no longer being able to hold myself back from what I really want to do.

I lift the covers and carefully climb onto the bed, scooting my body across the mattress until my chest is pressed firmly against her back. I drop the covers over my body, curl my legs against hers, and lightly rest my injured arm across her body, giving her a faint cuddle.

She stirs, moving backwards and pushing herself closer to me, so I take that as a sign and wrap my arm tightly around her, burying my head into her hair, smelling the delicious scent of vanilla shampoo that she uses.

Her body tenses and my eyes snap open, realising that she's now awake.

She tries to turn her body around, but I tighten my grip, keeping her in place.

"Don't move. It hurts my arm," I mutter.

She lifts her head slightly from the pillow, glancing down at the hand wrapped around her waist and she gasps, bolting upright, knocking my arm off of her, and scrambling for the lamp on her bedside table.

"What the fuck are you doing?" she hisses, staring at me with wide eyes.

I hiss and clutch my arm, pretending like I'm in a lot of pain.

"Ahh, fuck," I groan, cradling my arm against myself. "That fucking hurt."

"Kaleb, why are you in my room?" she snaps, grabbing a pillow from her bed and launching it at me.

"Hey, I've just told you that my arm hurts and you're now throwing a pillow at it? Do you want to cause me more pain?" I ask, whining as I fake a grimace. "I thought you'd be nicer to me, considering I've been shot."

Her eyes finally drop to my arm and she must see the darker patch of the sleeve from where the blood's soaked into the cotton and she gasps, lifting her hands to her mouth.

"You were shot?" she asks, her tone filled with concern.

"Yeah," I groan. "It hurts like a bitch and I'm pretty sure I'm going to lose my arm, so I wanted a cuddle to make me feel better, hoped it'd help it heal."

"Don't be so stupid!" she says, shaking her head as she steps towards the bed. "A cuddle isn't going to heal a gunshot wound you lunatic! We need to go clean it up and then get you to a hospital!"

She grabs my uninjured arm and attempts to tug me off the bed as her harried gaze flies around the room.

"Why hasn't someone already taken you to the hospital? Are you all fucking delusional? You'd get treated straight away, all you'd have to do is get Jericho to show his face and the doctors would come running," she rattles on, still trying to pull me off the bed.

I decide to help her, moving my body off of the mattress and standing in front of her as I smile, listening to her panicked rambling as she worries about me being injured.

She cares about me.

She cares about me enough to want to clean my arm.

She's angry at the fact I haven't gone to the hospital and that no one has helped me.

She's finally starting to feel a sliver of what I feel for her.

Her frenzied state as she drags me towards the bathroom is proof enough that she cares about me and that lights a fire inside of me, one that starts to melt my insides as I watch her rush over to the cupboard in the bathroom and grab a towel and the first aid kit.

She's finally starting to feel this impenetrable connection between us.

"Take this off so that I can clean your arm up," she instructs, tugging at the top I'm wearing.

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