Page 32 of Psychotic Obsession
It's not a greedy kiss, no tongue, no gasps for air. No, it’s just his mouth pressing against mine, and he still overwhelms every sane part of me. The voice in my head is yelling at me to stop kissing Tobias in public, to stand back and tell him it's wrong, completely forbidden. But as I feel a strong wave of comfort wrapping around me, around us, I ignore my inner Aria and melt against him.
As soon as my brain catches up with my actions, I pull away, nervously glancing around us at the people walking by.
"Someone might see us. Moves like that cross the line of having whatever this is be no-strings only."
Scrunching his nose, he pushes off the wall with his shoulder and once again runs his thumb down my cheek softly. "I don't care," he says with a smile, kissing the tip of my nose before walking past me and across the street to his car.
The engine of his sports car roars so loud, my bones shake, and the window rolls down, revealing him in his sunglasses, a toned arm hanging out.
Standing frozen in place, I watch him drive off, my lips still tingling and my heart beating so fast, I might pass out on the sidewalk.
"Maybe you should sendhim a message explaining exactly what a fuck buddy is," Gabs says, throwing a bag of chips at my face. "Here, you need to eat something. You look ill."
I ignore her comment. I feel fine, just a little...dazed.
"Or I can just say it was a mistake and we should just stay colleagues."
Gabriella's face had lit up when I explained to her what happened in the last twenty-four hours, and she apologized for leaving me on my own in the first place. She was staying with Justin and left me in the hotel room for two days. She'd squeaked when I gave her a play by play of what happened in here too.
She’s always telling me to find someone else to keep my mind off Ewan and to keep me out of his bed when I grow bored, and I piss her off for the hundredth time when I go back to him anyway. I know she means well; she isn't one to run back to her ex when she feels alone. No, she finds someone else to get under and deals with it that way.
But this thing with Justin, I don’t like it. He gives me the creeps. But she must like him, because she's blushing as she tells me he's on his way to pick her up to go bowling. I know she's happy, and I don't want to dampen that by pointing out that we leave in a few weeks and to not get attached.
"Why don't you ask Toby to come over?"
I tip my head at her in disdain, scrunching my nose up at her. "No. And his name is Tobias."
"You are your own cock block, Aria. You know that, don't you? Live a little and ask the man over to fuck your temporary innocence away." She swipes on red lipstick in the mirror and puckers her lips, ruffling her curly hair. "Explain to him what no strings means while he makes you choke on his fingers again."
Giggling, I shake my head at her. I shouldn't have gone into so much detail and shocked her with that part. "I'm never telling you anything again. Andtemporaryinnocence? Shut up."
"Suit yourself. Don't wait up for me," she says, kissing both my cheeks before she walks out the door. "Toodles."
I roll my eyes at her, but a smile plays on my lips.
After showering and applying aftersun to the raw skin on my arms and shoulders, a dash of lotion on my burnt face, I lay in bed and swipe through my phone, staring at Ewan and Tobias' contacts, fighting with myself. Should I reply to Ewan's earlier message to call him or ask Tobias to come over to finish what he started?
I throw my phone aside, choosing option three: ignoring the world. I click on the tv, deciding to watch some action movie. I get ten minutes into it when my phone vibrates beside me.
Ewan: I miss you. Please come home. You belong here.
Love is overrated, and from experience, it makes you weak. Unless you have that epic love that consumes you more than life itself, in my opinion, it's not worth it. Maybe one day, I'll think otherwise, but for now, I'll ignore Ewan and ask Tobias what he's up to tonight.
Chapter 13
Tobias
I’m so fucked.
I thought getting another taste of her would at least lessen this weird obsession I have with the doctor, but instead, I need more. So much fucking more. I can feel her hands in my hair, her legs wrapped around me, her taste on my tongue.
She might be in trouble, because I don’t think I can stop. I’m in the hotel again, same room as before, and she already sent me a message asking what my plans are tonight. I’m trying not to barge into her room right now and fuck her against the wall.
What the hell is wrong with me? Since when have I acted this way?
When I used to screw the older woman, I was never attached–it was a bit of fun and not in the slightest serious. I never thought about her, felt her on me when she wasn’t around, and I certainly did not hear her whimpers in my ear when the room was in total silence.
My mind is playing tricks on me. It happens from time to time–I play a scenario in the head and think it’s real. This morning, I’d showered, got dressed, and was seconds from picking Aria up because I thought we planned something, onlyto check my phone to see the last messages weren’t us planning a date.
