Page 26 of His Coveted Obsession

Was it possible to fall in love already over one night of sex? Maybe I was just obsessed with Easton. I had this urge to tell him he was mine. I was his first, and I wanted to be his last. He would appreciate me being straightforward, right? It was so unlike me. I’d never been this obsessed over a person before.

I took the risk and climbed into his lap, straddling him. His face had little expression, but his hands rested on my hips.

“I don’t want to share you,” I admitted. “I don’t want anyone else touching you. Maybe I shouldn’t say that, but I want to be honest. Can I keep you for a while? You’re so amazing, sexy, smart, beautiful… You’re perfection, Easton. It’s fast. I get it. It’s okay if you say no, but I want more of you.” It wasn’t okay if he didn’t want me, but I knew I’d live, too.

“You’ll have me, then.”

He didn’t fight me or push me away when I wrapped my arms around his neck and rested my head on his shoulder. “Thanks. Am I being weird?” I knew Easton would be completely honest with me.

“I don’t understand the question.”

“About my wanting more of you after only one night.”

“Why is that weird? I want more, too.”

“Awesome.”

His arms wrapped around me for a moment before he eased me off him and stood. “Let’s eat.”

He left for the kitchen as I picked up my clothes and went into his bathroom to relieve myself and get dressed. When I finished, I explored his large apartment a bit before I had my breakfast.

The place had three bedrooms. The room next to his bedroom had the door cracked, so I pushed it open more to find an office. It had the usual suspects, like a desk, chair, and computer. And there were walls of shelving, covered with books. I walked over to check out what Easton liked to read to give me a little insight into the mysterious man I was obsessing over.

There were all sorts of books, from computer programming to Sun Tzu’sArt of War, to political science and philosophy. God, no wonder he was so smart. It made my brain feel inadequate, but I brushed it aside, reminding myself that Easton wanted me back, just as I was.

He didn’t seem to read contemporary novels, but he had the classics likeLes Misérables,The Once and Future King,Romeo and Juliet, and more. Did he read all those?

His office was well-decorated, but it all felt generic, as if he had read an interior design magazine and replicated its style. Theonly personal items he had were those two framed pictures in his living room.

As I continued to be nosy, I opened the other door to the third bedroom. This one was as large as the others, but the floor had matting, and he had weapons hanging on the walls, ranging from swords to knives to bows. There was also weight-lifting equipment and a free-standing punching bag.

I was even more impressed with him. Talk about a well-rounded man.

I finally headed to the kitchen, where I found Easton plating some food and pouring two glasses of orange juice.

“Found what you were looking for?” he asked with his back to me.

My face burned, but I refused to lie. “I was just curious about Easton Virgil. I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine,” he said, putting the plates on the kitchen table. “Sit and eat.”

“This is a lot of food, East. What time did you get up?”

“I’m up at six in the morning every morning. I like routines.”

After sitting, I took a large bite of pancakes. “So, you like weaponry?”

He took a sip of his tea. “Yes, I’m well-trained in knives and bows. The swords I’ve only recently learned, and I’m still learning. I’m also a second-degree black belt in Kung Fu.”

Nope. I was in love. I had to be. I liked every single thing about Easton. He had zero flaws, and he strove for perfection. It was inspiring.

“That’s amazing. And here I was thinking about my own achievements of taking courses at the community college to be a nurse.”

“Nurses are needed and valued.”

“I want to have a purpose and do some good in the world.”

He thoughtfully nodded as he stabbed a piece of pineapple with his fork, popping it into his mouth. He chewed slowly and swallowed before answering. “There is too much evil in this world, more than you will ever see or know. Any sort of goodness helps balance the scales, keeping the evil at bay. The problem is that evil doesn’t play by the rules. It never has. Goodness is always about law and order. Evil will eventually prevail until it reaches a point where goodness must fight back by breaking the rules. Then the scales tip back over. It’s hard for humans to be good. Empathy takes a lot of work. Evil is mindless and driven by instinct.”

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