Page 172 of Plunge into Obsession

His eyes darkened even more, and he gave me that same look he always gave me, usually before he buried his face between my legs.

I squirmed and sucked harder.

“Fuck, baby. Go use the bathroom. I’ll pay for our things, and we can go home, yeah?”

He pulled his finger away, and I felt almost… lost, somehow.

After an unnaturally long pause, I nodded and turned around, hurrying toward the bathroom we’d passed when we had been perusing the baby cribs.

I got to the bathroom just in time. I hadn’t realized how much pregnancy would affect my bladder until now, and I almost cried in relief.

After I did my business, I walked out of the stall to wash my hands, taking in my reflection in the mirror.

I licked my dry lips, my eyes tracing over the flush on my cheeks.

I looked like me, but I didn’t.

I still didn’t know if being so compliant with Gabriel’s dominance and giving in to him was a good thing or not, but one thing was certain.

I didn’t look like Gabriel’s mom.

I didn’t want to simply exist.

There was something…livelyabout me that hadn’t been there before.

Since the moment Lucinda had disappeared, I had spent my life in service to a ghost. I hadn’t wanted to move and live my life; it felt unfair since Lucinda couldn’t.

And perhaps a part of me had felt guilty over her disappearance. I had been the last person she was with.

I should have done something… anything.

Maybe if I hadn’t left her alone…

The rational part of my brain knew it wasn’t my fault, that I had very little control over what had happened that night.

It didn’t lessen the weight, but being with Gabriel was something else completely.

He didn’t allow me to live for a ghost.

For the first time in my life, I was thinking about my future, and it might be stupid of me, but it included Gabriel.

It had only been a week since I found out about the terrible shit Luis had gotten into. The grief that had weighed me down, just thinking about what Lucinda might have been through, was similar to what I had experienced the first few months Lucinda was gone, but not as heavy.

Gabriel said he would find the answers I had been looking for, and I believed him.

He would find out what happened to the girl I had grown up with and perhaps…

I could finally move on.

I turned off the water and stared into my reflected blue eyes.

They looked sad.

Ilooked sad… and not.

The bathroom door opened, and I quickly grabbed the paper towel to dry my hands. I didn’t want to be caught lingering in the bathroom, not even by a stranger.

I made my way to the door, but the person blocked my path. My eyes made a slow perusal up the length of her.

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