Page 13 of Obsession on Repeat
"You don’t want me to go?" His grin let me know he was already aware of the answer, and I fought the childish urge to stomp my foot. "Can I come in?"
"If you don’t, honey, I’m going to invite him into my place."
"Mrs. Richards!" I rolled my eyes at the elderly lady entering her apartment from across the hall. "Alright, come inside."
Sullivan smiled at the woman before he walked past me. She winked at me before entering her apartment and shutting the door.
"Ignore her." I shut the door. "She’s old, and senile, and…" I stopped short mid-turn as he stretched his arms out to pin me against the door, his hands comfortably resting inches above my head. "Um, what are you doing?"
"Can I ask you something?"
I narrowed my eyes. "Do I have much of a choice?"
"You always have a choice, Rory." He studied me, eyes scanning the features of my face. "Did you miss me last night?"
I shifted against the door; certain I wasn’t going anywhere unless he let me. "I think you know I missed you last night. It’s pretty cruel to tease me about it."
"I’m not teasing. I’m merely curious to see if you missed me as much as I missed you."
I tugged playfully at his shirt. "You should have come to see me. I was hoping to spin this new track for you."
"After our conversation at the beach and what happened, I wasn’t sure you would want me to. You should have texted me. I would have showed up."
"Never mind, it doesn’t matter what I thought."
He captured my chin with his right hand, tipping my face up to meet his gaze. "It matters to me. Spin it Monday. I’ll be there."
"I don’t think that’s such a good idea."
"Why not?"
I was slightly distracted by the feeling of his thumb brushing against my lower jaw. "If you keep coming by to see me, I’m going to start expecting it, and when you finally don’t show up, it’s going to bother me."
"By bother, do you mean you were upset I didn’t?"
"Do you need a thesaurus?"
"I’m trying to make sure I understand what you’re saying." He stopped stroking my chin, but his grip didn’t relax. "Did it bother you that I wasn’t there?"
"Why are you asking me that?" I wrapped my fingers around his wrist. "Please stop doing this."
"I don’t understand what I’m doing."
I snorted. "Sometimes you act as if you have no idea what you’re doing to me. You’re making this hard for me; making it harder to say no each time I want to."
Pushing away from the door, he ran his hand through his hair. "I’m trying to handle this the best way I can, but you have to realize things aren’t that easy for me either."
"And how is this hard for you exactly?"
His gaze turned hard, and I barely had time to process what was happening when he was suddenly touching me again, pressing me flat against the door with one hand, his other cupping the back of my neck. I grabbed his shirt, sighing at his weight pressing against mine.
"I’m only a man." He bent his head to brush his lips against mine. "Trust me, you’re making it very hard for me."
"I could help you with that." I smirked when he inhaled sharply when my hands slipped under his shirt. "I’m all sweaty from running; I should probably take a shower."
"Rory…"
Wide-eyed, I gazed up at him. "I should!"
