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Story: Obsessed-
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It makes me exhale too and I murmur, “Be right back.”
His face drops the second time too. But this time it’s in awe and it makes my pulse flutter. This dress has a dark color and a sweetheart neckline. It’s not my usual style. Makes me look a little nocturnal but maybe that’s not so bad.
Stan doesn’t seem to think so at least. He seems turned on by the look, more turned on than he was by the skimpy dress.
“I like those colors on you,” he says, “they suit you.”
“You don’t think it’s a little too murky?” I ask, running my hand down my body and Stan seems to appreciate the movement.
“No. You’re perfect in them.”I flush, pulling a strand of hair behind my ear because the way he says it doesn’t even give room for any protests.
“How are you feeling about tonight?” he asks and I shrug.
“A little nervous.” I twist my hands. “But...I shouldn’t complain since I have all the support that I need. I have you...”
He nods firmly. Like the two of us are entwined.
“And my brother and Gina are coming too.”
For some reason Stan doesn’t seem to like the idea of that. Not that I know why. He has never even met them.
“They’re joining us?”
I nod. “It’ll be fun. I think we’re all going to get along great. Just know that Gina is a little on the suspicious side and my brother can come across as arrogant, so don’t take that personally.”
A muscle ticks in his jaw. “I won’t. But I thought it was just going to be you and me.”
“You’re going to have to learn how to share, Stan,” I snigger, adding softly, “think you can do that?”
“Share you? Absolutely.”He grits those words, making me jolt and I look at him with wide eyes. He sounds like he can’t think of anything worse. Like sharing me would be a nightmare.
But then he seems to jerk himself, proceeding with telling me a funny story and it makes me laugh. Stan might be a little on the possessive side, but it’s nothing that I can’t handle.
I glance at his big, strong hands, the sharp cut to his jaw. Those eyes.
Swallowing I tell myself, that yes, I can definitely handle him. I can definitely handle him.
So far...
Tilting his head to the side, he suddenly murmurs, “Will you pull your hair over your shoulder for me.”
I raise my brows but I do as he tells me. “Like this?” A long, dark wave falls beside my face.
“Like that,” he rasps before mournful pain marks his eyes. It frets me. I don’t want him to be in pain. “You remind me a little of someone when you look like that.”
“Who?” I ask in surprise, because this conversation doesn’t feel like our other ones. Usually it’s me talking about myself and I’m always expecting him to tire after a while but he never does.But I’m more interested in him and I get a slight kick out of this new information.
“My mother,” he replies and I perk my ears because he never talks about her. Or his family. “She was a cellist, just like you.”
That makes me sway a little and I take a step closer to him and he opens his legs, for me to stand in between them.
“I didn’t k...know that.”
“I didn’t tell you,” he says, doing a hard shrug before thoughtfully shaking his head, his eyes filling with memories. “My father was crazy about her. He loved her more than he loved himself. She was his everything.”
Giving Stan a warm smile, I murmur, “That’s so romantic.” My smile widens. “So sweet.”
It makes me exhale too and I murmur, “Be right back.”
His face drops the second time too. But this time it’s in awe and it makes my pulse flutter. This dress has a dark color and a sweetheart neckline. It’s not my usual style. Makes me look a little nocturnal but maybe that’s not so bad.
Stan doesn’t seem to think so at least. He seems turned on by the look, more turned on than he was by the skimpy dress.
“I like those colors on you,” he says, “they suit you.”
“You don’t think it’s a little too murky?” I ask, running my hand down my body and Stan seems to appreciate the movement.
“No. You’re perfect in them.”I flush, pulling a strand of hair behind my ear because the way he says it doesn’t even give room for any protests.
“How are you feeling about tonight?” he asks and I shrug.
“A little nervous.” I twist my hands. “But...I shouldn’t complain since I have all the support that I need. I have you...”
He nods firmly. Like the two of us are entwined.
“And my brother and Gina are coming too.”
For some reason Stan doesn’t seem to like the idea of that. Not that I know why. He has never even met them.
“They’re joining us?”
I nod. “It’ll be fun. I think we’re all going to get along great. Just know that Gina is a little on the suspicious side and my brother can come across as arrogant, so don’t take that personally.”
A muscle ticks in his jaw. “I won’t. But I thought it was just going to be you and me.”
“You’re going to have to learn how to share, Stan,” I snigger, adding softly, “think you can do that?”
“Share you? Absolutely.”He grits those words, making me jolt and I look at him with wide eyes. He sounds like he can’t think of anything worse. Like sharing me would be a nightmare.
But then he seems to jerk himself, proceeding with telling me a funny story and it makes me laugh. Stan might be a little on the possessive side, but it’s nothing that I can’t handle.
I glance at his big, strong hands, the sharp cut to his jaw. Those eyes.
Swallowing I tell myself, that yes, I can definitely handle him. I can definitely handle him.
So far...
Tilting his head to the side, he suddenly murmurs, “Will you pull your hair over your shoulder for me.”
I raise my brows but I do as he tells me. “Like this?” A long, dark wave falls beside my face.
“Like that,” he rasps before mournful pain marks his eyes. It frets me. I don’t want him to be in pain. “You remind me a little of someone when you look like that.”
“Who?” I ask in surprise, because this conversation doesn’t feel like our other ones. Usually it’s me talking about myself and I’m always expecting him to tire after a while but he never does.But I’m more interested in him and I get a slight kick out of this new information.
“My mother,” he replies and I perk my ears because he never talks about her. Or his family. “She was a cellist, just like you.”
That makes me sway a little and I take a step closer to him and he opens his legs, for me to stand in between them.
“I didn’t k...know that.”
“I didn’t tell you,” he says, doing a hard shrug before thoughtfully shaking his head, his eyes filling with memories. “My father was crazy about her. He loved her more than he loved himself. She was his everything.”
Giving Stan a warm smile, I murmur, “That’s so romantic.” My smile widens. “So sweet.”