Page 100 of Savage Obsession
“Cash,” Jordyn hisses, elbowing him in the ribs, then smiling at me. “Just come with us. You’re family, Quinn. We don’t want anything to happen to you.”
What?
I’m family?
This time, when I glance at Cash, he’s looking at me like he’s trying to figure something out. “You didn’t know you’re part of our family, Quinn?”
Something inside my stomach flips, and despite the people crowded around the bar and slot machine noises, I can’t process it.
When was the last time I was part of a family…
Jason’s family wanted nothing to do with me because of where I came from. I’m not sure if my mom ever actually wanted me or just had me because she didn’t have resources for other options at the time.
“Okay, fine. But only for today.”
DaySix
I slept for almost twelve hours at Cash and Jordyn’s house. Then I took a shower in that amazing guest bathroom again. It was heavenly, but it also made me think of Xander. Of him fucking me bare and coming all over me, marking me with his come. It was kinky yet strangely intimate, too.
After that, Jordyn talked me out of going to work and took the night off as well. We started by soaking in the hot tub and then hung out all evening, watching silly romantic comedies that made me temporarily forget how much I miss Xander. The ache was still there, but not so deep.
It was the sort of girls’ night I’ve always seen in movies but never experienced in real life until now. Even though we’re in our twenties, it was the best night I’ve had in a while.
DayTwelve
I thought the longer we were apart, the easier it would get, but it’s just the opposite. Sleep comes and goes, but only enough to keep me going. I napped at Cash and Jordyn’s house yesterday after they insisted again. I don’t know why I’m able to sleep over there and not at my apartment. Maybe it’s because I’m around other people who love Xander, too, and I find that comforting. Or maybe I just find them comforting.
Roman is still attached to my hip. You’d think we’d be besties by now. Unfortunately for him, I’ve been in a terrible mood. He’s probably witnessed me cry more times in the past couple of weeks than he’d like to count. I’m sure he’s happy I haven’t been in the mood to talk.
DayThirteen
I got a delivery. Well, I think it was a delivery. Roman knocked on my door and handed me the most beautiful bouquet of sunflowers along with a flat box. Wrapped inside is a dark gray cotton T-shirt, and as soon as I pull it out, Xander’s familiar, warm scent hits my nose.
Baby girl,
Try wearing this to sleep. Maybe it will help.
I’m getting there. Please don’t give up on me.
I love you.
Always yours,
X
I crymyself to sleep in it. He must have worn it because it doesn’t just smell like his cologne. It smells likehim. It’s the first time I’ve slept an entire night without him.
DayTwenty
My cacti have all died, and my apartment has been an endless revolving door of people.
Mrs. Cooley comes over and knocks at least once a day to check on me. Jordyn shows up randomly. Trey and his husband have stopped by. Even Frank, the doorman, came up and brought soup because he thought I was sick—because apparently I still look like shit—so his wife made me soup.
I’ve never had so many people in my place. At first, I was embarrassed that I live in an empty, tiny apartment, but most of these people know what happened when Jason left. They were there for me then, and they are trying to be here now.
My people. My little circle of those who care about me. Even though I miss Xander so damn much that my chest hasn’t physically stopped hurting since he left, I feel so damn lucky to have all of them surrounding me with their concern. It’s overwhelming at times, but it’s keeping my mind busy.
DayTwenty-Six
