Page 6 of Obsession on Repeat
I shrugged. "I don’t stick around long enough. People leave, or I do. It’s easier that way."
"I don’t know why you’re fighting me so hard on this. I’m not proposing to you."
"Give it time."
The comment was laced with dry humor, but he could see the seriousness in my face. "You’ve been hurt pretty badly before, haven’t you?" He surprised me by reaching out to take my hand in his, his thumb stroking my skin. "If you need to talk, I’ll listen."
"I know you would, and that’s what scares me." I pulled away. "You seem like a great guy, Sullivan. You’re certainly one hell of a kisser," I smiled when he blushed at the compliment, "but I’m not good for you. I’m not good for anyone, not even myself sometimes."
"If you give me the chance, I can change your mind about that."
"You don’t know when to quit, do you, Mr. Masters?"
He flashed me a dazzling smile. "So I've been told, Ms. Jones."
Venom was packed at capacity. I smiled at the crowd, throwing my hands up to excite them before setting songson a loop. I turned to where Sullivan lingered in the booth. He had returned earlier that night, insistent on watching me play. "If you keep hanging out with me, people are going to think you’re a partying, bad boy. Surely you have better things to do with your free time?"
"I want to be here."
"Suit yourself." I glanced at the turner, momentarily distracted as I made sure everything was going smoothly. Judging by the reaction from the crowd as a remix played, everything was fantastic. "I wish you wouldn’t do that."
"Do what?"
"You’re just sitting there staring at me!"
"What do you want me to do?"
The temptation to see how far he was willing to go was too strong to pass up. "You could come over here, and give me a hand." My breath caught in my throat when he rose from his chair.
"It seems you have everything under control."
"I wasn’t talking about the music."
He chuckled, sliding his hands up my arms. "I swear, I can’t tell which way is up with you sometimes."
"I could help you out with that."
He brushed his lips against mine. "I believe you."
I returned my attention to the turntable, smiling as he wrapped his arms around my waist. I couldn’t deny what he had said earlier was true. There was something between us, and I desperately wanted to find out what it was. Ionly hoped once that happened, I’d be able to walk away without my heart broken into a million pieces.
3
Justinsidethedoorof my apartment, I stumbled, but he was there to hold me steady. I met his kiss without hesitation, barely paying attention as the door shut behind us from a well-placed kick. I ignored the butterflies that threatened to choke me, settling instead with hugging his neck.
I jumped up to wrap my legs around his waist. I giggled when he caught me with a grunt, his hands gently cupping my ass. "My bedroom is the second room on the left."
"What about your kitchen?"
"If you prefer a table to a bed, that’s fine with me."
Chuckling, he lowered me gently to my feet. "I’m thinking more as I’m thirsty and could use some water."
I watched him walk into the kitchen, eyeing his backside appreciatively. I leaned against the door frame, waitingas he located a cup and used the water filter on the refrigerator to fill it. At the sound of my snort, he turned mid-sip to gaze at me from over the rim.
"I thought you were kidding." I watched him finish the entire glass. "Guess not."
"I’ve wanted something to drink since the club. I’ve filmed in places that went up to 106 degrees, but I swear, Venom felt much hotter."
