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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, only to check my phone to see the last messages weren’t us planning a date.

My imagination can be dangerous.

I’d tossed my phone on the bed and lay down, warring with myself, trying to figure out if I hallucinated everything with Aria. Butthen her message came through, a little too casual for work colleagues, and I at least knew I didn’t imagine the kissing and tasting.

I stare at the message I’ve yet to answer. I feel like I need to pump the brakes at the same time as I press the accelerator. She’s leaving soon. She’s not here forever, so what the fuck do I do when she gets on a flight back to Scotland?

Follow her.

No.

I screw my eyes shut and pull my glasses off, rubbing them until I see black dots in my vision.

My head spins, and instead of getting up and dealing with this hard-on or replying to my doctor, my stupid anxiety takes over, and I pass out.