Page 35 of The Dark Obsession

Our noses touching, our mouths hovering over each other. So close yet not close enough.

Hesitantly, I place my trembling hands on his chest, feeling his thundering heart that beats in unison with mine.

Then it’s gone.

The spell breaking as Tyson reels back like he’s been burnt, storming up the stairs without sparing me another glance.

It’s when I hear his bedroom door slam shut that I let the tears fall.

He left.All this time, I naively thought he wanted me, and he left.

It shouldn’t hurt as much as it does.

An agonizing hollowness spreading through my chest while I muffle my sobs in the collar of my sweatshirt.

I stay curled up on the couch, watching the flames burn out as my tears slowly dry up.

It’s for the best.

So why doesn’t it feel that way.

Chapter Eight

Tyson

Fuck.

She was literarily in palm of my hand.

Everything I so desperately wanted for months right there before me, but I couldn’t go through with it.

Not if she did it out of pity.

Rolling out of bed, I crack my neck after spending the night staring at the wooden ceiling.

Not that I would have been able to sleep either way. I couldn’t close my eyes without seeing the image of her plaint body underneath me, her soft hands on my skin, her lips against mine.

So willing, so easy to break.

I’ve made myself come more times than I’d be willing to admit yet it has barely taken the edge off.

When she looked at me with those big, green eyes…

The self-restraint it took not to pounce on her then and there, it tore me up inside.

Turning the water in the shower to freezing cold, I try getting my head straight, but I might as well start banging it against the tiles for what good it’s doing to me.

With my skin still damp, I shrug on a fitted shirt and tactical pants. Wearing all black simplifies things, making it easier forme to blend into the night and most importantly, it tells people tofuck off.

When I finally make my way downstair, planning to make breakfast before Malory wakes up with the hope of shifting things back to how they were before I royally fucked up last night, there she is, curled up in a ball on the couch.

She must have fallen asleep here after I left.

I’m a fucking asshole.

I mean it’s better that I didn’t maul her like a feral animal, that’s not what she needs from me right now.

But still, I shouldn’t have left like I did.

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