Page 5
Story: Obsessed-
“Maybe you’re right,” she murmurs then smiles at me, making me feel like I’m growing taller and heavier in my seat. “I think I’m going to like having you around here.”
“Think I’m going to like it more.” So muchmore.
Her eyes flicker and when our legs brush against each other under the table, she doesn’t immediately pull away. She lets it linger, causing a current to rise up and finally explode in my groin. I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to stop myself from touching her.
It’s already taking a toll on me.
Taking a sip out of my coke, I ask, “What’s the neighborhood like?”
Amber squirms. “Pretty prissy unfortunately. Rich, snobby people but at least they never play music that loud and they never complain when I do.” Grazing her lip with her teeth, she says, “Think you told me you were a mason...?”
“Yes ma’am,” I answer, making her burst out into a short laugh. “It’s in my blood. My father was a mason and my grandfather before him.”
There’s something satisfying about using bricks, or my preferred favorites, natural stone to build walls, fences, chimneys. Its hard work, but it’s exactly what I need. Building walls that can be torn down, when my own can’t.
Except by...her if she’s willing.
Amber nods with interest while I keep making small talk, but I leave some things out. Such as that I own a decent amountof property and definitely don’t need to be sharing house. She’ll find out all that about me soon enough but right now, while she’s still testing the waters, I don’t want to make her distrustful.After we finish eating, I grab our plates to go and wash up when she stops me, but I shake my head.
“I insist. You made the food, I’ll clean the dishes.”
“My manager would love you...” she muses and then a shadow crosses her face. “I should probably go and practice on my music.”
But she doesn’t move, sitting in her chair like a wooden doll and I throw her a worried glance. She wraps her arms around her body, swallowing and flickers of insecurity start playing in her eyes. I don’t like them there, they have no place being with her.
I’ll chase them away if I have to.
“Amber...?” I say softly and she twitches, looking at me and embarrassment floods her face.
“Right...I’m totally not procrastinating by the way.”
“Not judging.” Why would I when I know that she’s amazing. When I know that she’s so much better than she gives herself credit for.
Tilting her head to the side, she murmurs, “No, you don’t seem like the judgey type.”
Don’t think I have the right to. It’s not exactly like I have a halo around my head. Amber does, on the other hand.“I’m not,” I answer, finishing up with the dishes and I cross my arms over my chest. “You?”
The question makes her fidget. “Sometimes...but I suppose it depends on the situation.”
Will she forgive me when she finds out about me? When she finds out about the lengths I’ll go to make her mine? Will she be as blindingly forgiving toward me as I want her to be?
“How do you feel about people who do things that seem immoral in other people’s eyes?”
A frown forms between her dark brows. “Immoral? As long as they don’t cross a line, then I guess I don’t mind.”
I need to know where she draws that line. Need to know, so that I don’t step over it.
“And what’s that line?”
She runs her fingers through her hair, nonchalant, not knowing how important this is to me. “Hurting someone.”
Fuck, I’ve hurt a lot of people. I’ve been entangled with people who were better left alone. Criminals, gangsters, murderers. But the deserved it. Besides, it’s in the past. History.And what matters is my future with her. A future where she’s all mine and everything that entails.
Her mouth pulls to her side and she looks at me with playful eyes. “Why are you asking me this? Are you planning on doing something immoral?”
Not planning. I already have.
For her. Anything and I mean anything, for her.
“Think I’m going to like it more.” So muchmore.
Her eyes flicker and when our legs brush against each other under the table, she doesn’t immediately pull away. She lets it linger, causing a current to rise up and finally explode in my groin. I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to stop myself from touching her.
It’s already taking a toll on me.
Taking a sip out of my coke, I ask, “What’s the neighborhood like?”
Amber squirms. “Pretty prissy unfortunately. Rich, snobby people but at least they never play music that loud and they never complain when I do.” Grazing her lip with her teeth, she says, “Think you told me you were a mason...?”
“Yes ma’am,” I answer, making her burst out into a short laugh. “It’s in my blood. My father was a mason and my grandfather before him.”
There’s something satisfying about using bricks, or my preferred favorites, natural stone to build walls, fences, chimneys. Its hard work, but it’s exactly what I need. Building walls that can be torn down, when my own can’t.
Except by...her if she’s willing.
Amber nods with interest while I keep making small talk, but I leave some things out. Such as that I own a decent amountof property and definitely don’t need to be sharing house. She’ll find out all that about me soon enough but right now, while she’s still testing the waters, I don’t want to make her distrustful.After we finish eating, I grab our plates to go and wash up when she stops me, but I shake my head.
“I insist. You made the food, I’ll clean the dishes.”
“My manager would love you...” she muses and then a shadow crosses her face. “I should probably go and practice on my music.”
But she doesn’t move, sitting in her chair like a wooden doll and I throw her a worried glance. She wraps her arms around her body, swallowing and flickers of insecurity start playing in her eyes. I don’t like them there, they have no place being with her.
I’ll chase them away if I have to.
“Amber...?” I say softly and she twitches, looking at me and embarrassment floods her face.
“Right...I’m totally not procrastinating by the way.”
“Not judging.” Why would I when I know that she’s amazing. When I know that she’s so much better than she gives herself credit for.
Tilting her head to the side, she murmurs, “No, you don’t seem like the judgey type.”
Don’t think I have the right to. It’s not exactly like I have a halo around my head. Amber does, on the other hand.“I’m not,” I answer, finishing up with the dishes and I cross my arms over my chest. “You?”
The question makes her fidget. “Sometimes...but I suppose it depends on the situation.”
Will she forgive me when she finds out about me? When she finds out about the lengths I’ll go to make her mine? Will she be as blindingly forgiving toward me as I want her to be?
“How do you feel about people who do things that seem immoral in other people’s eyes?”
A frown forms between her dark brows. “Immoral? As long as they don’t cross a line, then I guess I don’t mind.”
I need to know where she draws that line. Need to know, so that I don’t step over it.
“And what’s that line?”
She runs her fingers through her hair, nonchalant, not knowing how important this is to me. “Hurting someone.”
Fuck, I’ve hurt a lot of people. I’ve been entangled with people who were better left alone. Criminals, gangsters, murderers. But the deserved it. Besides, it’s in the past. History.And what matters is my future with her. A future where she’s all mine and everything that entails.
Her mouth pulls to her side and she looks at me with playful eyes. “Why are you asking me this? Are you planning on doing something immoral?”
Not planning. I already have.
For her. Anything and I mean anything, for her.