Page 121 of Devious Obsession
“Someone stole Aspen’s music binder from her room.”
Besides, my old set of copied keys didn’t work the other day—which meant someone changed the locks. I obviously fixed that problem and promptly made a new set before Aspen even noticed the apartment key was missing from her ring.
No, the bigger issue is that someone thinks they can just come in here and take what doesn’t belong to her.
“You’ve been camping out in here,” I continue, glancing at Thalia. Could the roommate be behind it? Why else would Aspen have gone out her window this morning? Only if someone was in her living room or kitchen, making things awkward.
The more I think about it, the likelier suspect she becomes.
Thalia can’t meet my gaze, and Aspen winces.
Her uncle’s gaze moves to her. “Is that true?”
“I thought…” She shrugs, her expression sheepish. “I’m sure it’ll turn up.”
I grunt.
“This isn’t really a two a.m. conversation, is it?” Thalia asks. “Seriously.Men.” She comes over and rights one of the stools. Then the other. She glares at us over her shoulder, then heads toward the bedrooms. “I’m going back to sleep.”
“Sweet dreams,” Cillian calls. Sarcastic. Ish.
My nose wrinkles.
Aspen lets out a huff and takes my hand. Her fingers lace with mine, and she yanks me along with her after Thalia. Down the dark hall to her bedroom. She locks the door behind us and leans on the painted wood, her hand resting on the knob.
“What are you doing here?”
“How long has your uncle been sleeping over?” I counter, touching my throat. I don’t like people getting the upper hand on me. My skin crawls, and I shift my weight. Part of me wants to drag her out of here and back to my place, where I know it’s safer. Maybe not for her when she’s solo, but forus. And my ego that she values so much.
“What was your plan?” She toys with the hem of her shirt.
“Maybe I came to watch you sleep.” I glance at her bed. It looks like a nest more than anything, with more blankets than usual.
But any plans of curling up beside her have shifted. Now, I want to make her scream with her uncle and roommate on the other side of the door.
Mmm. Yeah. Option B it is…
“Come here,” I order, crooking my finger at her.
She pushes off the door and moves toward me. I hook my fingers in the front of her sweatpants and drag them down a few inches, revealing my handiwork. The tattoo stands out against her pale flesh, and I drop to my knees to see it better. It’s healing nicely—thanks in part to somehow keeping my distance from her this week. A little bit of torture… but better that than get it infected.
Plus, seeing my name on her skin gives me a certain thrill.
“Steele.” She grips her sweatpants at her hips and keeping them up. “We can’t.”
“Nonsense.” Although it is a bit peculiar of her. I ignore it and order, “Sit and spread your legs, sweetheart. Show me my pussy.”
She sucks her lower lip between her teeth.
“I have my period,” she mutters.
Oh.
“Yeah, I just got it tonight. So you may as well go home—”
“Asp?”
She pauses. “What?”
