Page 24 of Obsession on Repeat
"There’s a difference, I see it in your face. Last night, I felt it, but now…"
"I’m sorry." I watched him turn away. "I wish things were different, but they’re not." Inside, I panicked, but I forced myself to remain standing where I was. "Where are you going?" The whispered words came out the exact moment he swung the front door open.
"I need some time to think."
The door shut behind him with a soft click.
I stood there staring at it as if any second it would open again. The silence that filled the room felt familiar. He’d left me. Again.
8
Icouldn’tsleep.Ithad been several hours since he had left. I cursed myself for thinking about him. Switching sides, I glanced at the alarm clock, the bright red numbers taunting me. My apartment was dark. I had called out of work, telling Danny I was sick, but we both knew better. I had left the front door unlocked in case he returned without my knowing. Deep inside, I realized he might never come back.
I sat up at the sound of the door opening and shutting. Slipping free from my sheets, I tiptoed into my living room and froze at the sight of the figure standing in the darkness. I knew right away it wasn't Sullivan, the large frame alarmingly different.
"Get out of my apartment." My voice shook as I took several steps back in case I needed to take a break for the bathroom or the kitchen. "Whoever you are, I’m armed."
"Somehow I doubt that."
The living room light flipped on, and I blinked quickly to focus on the man standing there. He was bald with a goatee, tall, and broad-shouldered. By the mere sight of his muscular frame, I knew I wasn’t going to be able to make it far before he was upon me. "Who are you?"
"I’m Colin. You must be Rory."
"Colin what?"
"Wilson."
"Well, no offense, Colin Wilson, but maybe you should get the fuck out of my apartment before I call the cops." Gaining a bit of confidence, I crossed my arms and tried my best to look intimidating. "Do you always enter apartments uninvited?"
He chuckled, glancing around before he focused back on me. "Do you always leave your door unlocked? Besides, Sully invited me. Well, before your major throw-down earlier this morning. I came to get his jacket."
I hesitated. "He told me he was coming back."
"Why? So, you can fight again and tear him up more than you already have?" He shook his head. "Besides, he wouldn’t make it back in one piece to your place anyway."
Fear suddenly took the place of my shock. "Is he hurt? What happened?"
"If you call stone drunk being hurt, then yeah."
I frowned. "What can I do to help?"
"You can get his jacket for me. I need to get back. He’s at Venom by himself."
"What’s he doing there?"
"Your friend, Alice, found my number. She called me after he became too drunk to stand up on his own. I have to tell you, you’ve worked my friend over good, lady. You’re a piece of work."
I twisted my hands nervously. "I never meant to hurt him. Things are complicated. We’re from two different worlds, and…" I stopped when he interrupted me by laughing. "What?"
"What gives you the right to decide that for him?"
"You’re angry because he’s your friend, I get that. I’m okay with that, hate me if it makes you feel better, but it won’t change my decision."
He stared at me with pure disbelief written all over his face. "That’s great for you, but Sully adores you, and he wants to be with you. That’s not going to change either."
"What would you have me do?"
"I’d say follow your heart, but we both know you’re not listening to anything it has to say. Are you sure it’s beating?"
