Page 101 of Quiet Obsession
It was mewalking away.
It was how I looked at her and made her feel like she was too much for wanting another desperate connection. Like I didn’t want her the same exact fucked-up way.
I did.
I do.
Jesus. She’s going to get me killed, I swear. Her brother will murder me in cold blood when he finds out, but there’s no force on God’s green earth that’d keep me away from Millie now.
I move. Phone in hand, I tear through the dark corridors and stop outside her room, barefoot, bare-chested, and not entirely sure how I got here.
Me: Open the door.
For a moment, nothing happens, then soft footsteps sound inside, the door opens, and her pretty face comes into view. My hand shoots out, fingers wrapping around her throat on instinct. I drag her into me with every intention of kissing her, but I stop.
Her eyes are big, bright and... rimmed pink.
My heart stutters.
Her cheeks glisten with tears, and she’s hot to the touch, her skin flushed, soft tremors running through her.
“Fuck,” I breathe, feeling like I’ve been shot. I pull her in, my hands cupping her cheeks. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m sorry, I—”
She shuts me up with a kiss.
My heart’s going crazy, mind in disarray when her tongue pushes into my mouth, and she weaves her fingers into my hair, yanking me lower.
She’s all desperation, teeth, and the salty taste of tears.
“Millie, wait—”
She whacks my chest and breaks the kiss, more tears gathering in her eyes as she shoves me back. “Go away.”
“What?No.”
She shoves at me again, and again, quietly chanting “too much, too much” between broken sobs. I band one arm around her back, snatch her throat with the other, and kiss her hard.
Millie whimpers, a soft, broken sound I swallow. Every inch of my skin tingles with her proximity. The heat of her body, the scent of her arousal...
“You’re not too much,” I rasp, biting her lower lip. “You’re fucking perfect.”
I love and hate when she’s like this for me. Desperate, greedy, open in ways she’d never allow with words. Every restraint I have is gone, leaving me exposed in ways I’m not used to and don’t understand. It’s fucking unsettling and calming at once.
She needs this.
Shewantsthis.
And I’ll give it to her.
But somewhere beneath the heat and the hunger, a colder thought creeps in... what if I push too hard? What if one day she stops looking at me like I’m everything she needs and starts looking at me the way everyone else does? The wayIdo...?
She clings to me, arms locked around my neck, every line of her body molding into mine. Dropping both hands to her round hips, I haul her up and slam her against the corridor wall.
We should move. We’re in plain sight. Anyone could catch us, but it’s two in the morning, and I can’t stop kissing her.
My teeth close around her lower lip. I pull it between us until she gasps, shuddering in my arms. Nothing’s ever felt this good, thisright. She tugs my hair, yanking my head back and to the side, her whispered words ghosting my ear.
“Abby’s not here.”
