Page 23 of Obsession on Repeat
Before I could react, he rolled us, this time trapping my arms to the carpet. "I wouldn’t be so sure of that."
I wiggled under him as he dipped his head to nip at my throat. "Sullivan…"
"Yes, baby?"
"I’m going to miss you." My eyes opened as I felt him roll away, his body leaving mine completely. I pushed myself up on my elbows. He sat beside me, his arms folded over his bent knees. "What is it?"
"I wish you wouldn’t say that."
"Why not? It’s true."
"We agreed to try to make this work. Why are you fighting it?"
"Fighting? I—"
"I want you to come with me, back to LA." He shifted his gaze to me. "I want you to live with me. I’ll help you find work. I thought earlier that’s what you were agreeing with me to do, so how can you miss me when you’re going to be with me?"
"I have never said I was coming with you. We’ve never talked about me living with you. You’re the one that said distance or no distance."
"I know but, I assumed you’d agree, especially after last night."
"Last night was wonderful." I nervously shifted my hand through my hair. "That doesn’t mean things are signed, sealed, and delivered. It was sex."
He stood with a grunt, suddenly towering over me. "That’s all that was to you?"
"What else should I call it?"
"Sex between two people who care for each other isn’t just sex. It’s more than that!"
"I’m sorry, but I guess we’re not on the same page." Standing, I propped my hands on my hips, mindful that his height gave him several inches over me. "You seem to have this fairy tale version of our relationship revolving in your head. I have a life here. You can’t expect me to-"
"You said you were moving soon, that you do every two years."
"Do you think that if I agree to go back to the US with you that I’ll stop moving? That I’ll settle down and be the perfect girlfriend for you? I’m sorry, but that’s not me. That’s not who I am."
"Who are you then?" Sullivan spat back. "I suddenly don’t have a damn clue. Every face you show me turns out to be a fake."
"Fake? You’re one to talk."
"What the hell does that mean?"
I rubbed my forehead. "Let’s calm down. I don’t want to fight."
"I asked you a question, Rory; what the hell does that mean?" Out of frustration, he kicked the table, the cups shaking. "Answer me!"
The action, one so unlike any side of him I had ever seen, startled me. I stared at him, taking a step back with my hands raised. "Calm down or leave."
"If I walk out that door, I’m not coming back. Do you want that?"
"No, I meant it when I said I care about you. I’m open to working on something more, but I can’t simply up and move. I thought we were going to take things slow, maybe try long distance first, and -"
"I didn’t think you’d actually want to do that."
"We’ve known each for two weeks! And now you’re asking me to move in with you halfway across the world!"
He ran his hand over his hair, letting out a long sigh. "I don’t know if I can do this. It hurts to think I can be this close and not touch you."
"What are you talking about? You can touch me whenever you want."
