Page 13 of Crazy Obsession
He smirks, like he knows exactly what button he just pressed.“I can’t.No one stayed out of my business.And you’re way too obvious.”
“Obvious?”I bark a laugh, sharp and humorless.“She can barely stand me.”
“Sure,” he says easily.“And yet you’re sitting here thinking about her instead of anyone else.”
I flip him off, and he laughs, sliding me a beer.But his words stick.Because maybe Iamobvious.Maybe Mason already sees it.Maybe the whole damn town does.But if that’s the case, then maybe Lenor sees it too.And maybe, just maybe, she won’t be able to keep denying it and me forever.
I take a long pull from the bottle, the bitterness sharp on my tongue, and make another silent vow.I’m going to make her mine.Not with fists.Not with jealousy.Not with rage.But by showing her the truth.
That Adam Blake isn’t just reckless.He’s hers.For as long as she’ll let him be.
Chapter Six
The Wrong Kind of Right
Lenor
I agree to dinner with Mason because it feels safe.
Predictable.
Normal.
Words that should mean something after years of chaos, after Jacob Wilson, after a night with Adam Blake I can’t stop replaying in my head no matter how many times I swear I’ll forget it.Words that should give me some form of comfort but really only mean one thing.Boring.
Mason isn’t Adam.That’s the point but that is also the biggest fucking problem.
He doesn’t make my pulse stumble every time he walks into a room.He doesn’t look at me like he can see straight through my skin, down to every broken piece of me I try to hide.He doesn’t kiss me like it’s fire and destruction and salvation all wrapped into one.
He’s steady.And steady is what I need.
At least, that’s what I tell myself as I slip on a simple black dress and smooth my hair back in the mirror.I look composed.Pulled together.Like a woman who’s moved on.
Not like the girl who almost drowned in Adam Blake six months ago.
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