Obsession

by Jennifer L. Armentrout

throwing things at you and everything else—” “You don’t look very apologetic.” I frowned. “Well, I am. Things are kind of…messed up. And you knocked me out. And you’re half naked—” “Have you looked in the mirror?” he cut in. “You’re just as naked as I am. And I didn’t throw anything at your head.”

It would be safe…for us.” Us. There. I said it. No big fucking deal.

“This is not your problem.” “You are my problem.” Now she stared at me like I asked to hump her leg. Perhaps I was saying the wrong things and should shut the fuck up.