Page 15 of Vow of Obsession

Marks:He knew your favorite colors.

Marks:How?

That's her question? I more wanted to know if he's into getting married to me. Which is a stupid question because I'd overheard what he thought of the wedding already, so I don't ask that question.

Me:I must wear it a lot?

Marks:You wear all kinds of colors. In fact, if I go off the clothes you make, I would say your favorite colors are pink and white.

That is true.

I should stop trying to look into every small thing when it comes to Warren. It was two days ago that I last saw him. He’s been gone. Not so much of a peep from him. I bet it’s something I should get used to, him coming and going, and me having no idea where or when he’ll be back. That, I can’t ask either.

I tuck my phone back away when my mom asks me a question, not wanting to be rude. For the next two hours, I respond to countless questions.

“Ladies.” My head jerks up at the sound of Warren's voice. He’s here. I can’t help the butterflies that form in my stomach at the sound of his voice.

He avoids making eye contact with me, looking in every direction but mine. I guess I’m invisible all of a sudden. Whatever. I pull my phone back out. My mom and Rochelle respond with a hi. I keep my lips firmly pressed together, giving him a taste of his own medicine.

“How goes the planning?” He steps farther into the library, I see out of the corner of my eye.

“It’s going. We need to schedule a day to visit the dress shop. Sooner rather than later.” Rochelle responds.

“They will come here.”

“War, it’s not that simple. The store will have a hundred dresses for her to choose from.”

“Then I’ll send a giant truck and men to load them to bring here.” His tone broaches no argument.

“That’s too much.” Rochelle stands. “Is there an issue or threat I don’t know about?”

Threat?

“There is no need for Tova to go anywhere.” Whoa, now he’s got my full attention. Honestly, I realize I never actually go anywhere. This place is so big; going from one place to another around here feels as though you did go somewhere, but really you never leave the walls of the farm.

“Ah, you don’t wanthergoing anywhere.”

“Me?” I jerk my head up, unable to pretend Warren isn’t right there, as handsome as ever. When my gaze lands on him, I notice his hair is a tad unruly and his eyes appear tired.

“For now, yes.” His eyes stay locked with her. “Tova, my office.” Is he ordering me around? I can’t help but be annoyed. I haven’t seen him in days after kissing me, and then he comes in all rude. Not bothering to spare me a glance either. Until now, when he has orders to give.

“Sweetheart, we—” my mom starts to say.

“Please.” The word echoes through the room, surprising all of us. At least I’m guessing because I once again have my eyes on Warren. “Please, come to my office so we can speak.” Warren steps toward me, holding his hand out.

“All right.” I take his hand, letting him lead me out of the library into his office. I’ve never been inside it before. Warren closes the door quickly behind us. I hear the lock click into place. “Warren.”

“Little mouse.” He tugs me into him, his mouth coming down onto mine in a possessive kiss that takes my breath away. It’s a complete surprise. Unlike our first kiss, this one is deep, possessive, and hungry.

His hand trails up my back, his fingers digging into my hair. He gives a small tug, and my head goes back farther so he can deepen this kiss even more. “Kiss me back,” he orders, taking my mouth again. I almost want to laugh, but I’m still a bit shocked. He lifts his mouth from mine again, staring down into my eyes. I can tell he is exhausted. “Please.”

I lean up and press my mouth to his this time. A low groan leaves him. When he thrusts his tongue into my mouth, I match his strokes. Warren presses his body against mine, pinning me to the door.

“Warren?” I moan when his mouth leaves mine to trail open-mouth kisses down my neck. I grip his shoulders, needing to hold on to them.

“You always smell of sunshine.” His hands go under my dress to my ass, lifting me off the ground. I wrap my legs around him, feeling the hardness of his cock press against my sex. He grinds against me, rubbing my clit, making it throb.

"Ohh," I moan at the sensation.

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