Obsession

by Jennifer L. Armentrout

Hunter’s stomach was perfection—each taut muscle tight and totally lickable. Not that I’d ever licked a man’s stomach before, but now I got why someone would want to.

At least I now knew that the male species were asses no matter what planet they hailed from.

“The fucking world better be ending,” was the way he answered the phone.

I wanted the kind of confidence he was forcing out of me.

Part of me hated him. And the other…well, it wanted to drown in him.

“You’re staring at me again.” I picked up a few strands of her hair. “I like staring at beautiful things.”

There was a moment of hesitation, and then Hunter’s arms swept around me. The embrace was awkward and stiff, but right now, I didn’t care. I held on to him like he was an anchor built only for me.

I didn’t realize what I was doing until I reached over and wrapped my fingers around her hand, careful to avoid her fingers. Serena didn’t pull away. She squeezed my hand. And I squeezed back.

Loving him was wrong in all the right ways.

“You feel perfect,” Hunter grunted, slamming up and wringing a strangled moan from me. “You are perfect for me, only me.”

He was right, so damn right. I was perfect for him, only him.

Somehow, in the relatively short time I’d known Serena, she had wiggled her way into my cold body. She was my light, my warmth, and I wasn’t ready to let her go.

sometimes the smart thing wasn’t the same thing as the right thing.

The words, they came out easier than I ever thought they would. “I love you.”

Us. Such a small and simple word, but it was probably the most powerful thing right now. “Us” meant we were in this together, whatever the future may hold.

There was so much I wanted to say, but all I could get out was, “I love you.”