“I couldn’t share you with someone else. I’m too possessive. Obsessive.” “Are you obsessed with me?” I teased. Salt nodded. “You know I am.” It would pass, wouldn’t it? Eventually he’d go out on the road. He’d see the world, meet people who would worship him and his music. He frowned. “Are you okay?” “Yes. I was just thinking… Maybe I’m a little obsessed with you too. For better or worse.” His gaze darkened, swallowing me whole.
