Obsession

by Jennifer L. Armentrout

I was usually indecently polite.

Typically I didn’t develop fantasies about random strangers, especially ones who were touching my hair like some kind of freak. This was weird.

...thats weird..generally?

“That’s an alien. I’m an alien. We’re aliens. Aliens everywhere,

Patience was a virtue I found pointless.

My brain needed to shut up, because it wasn’t spewing out anything helpful.

ik right

Hunter’s grin tipped higher. “You have a feisty little attitude, don’t you?” “You’re about to get a feisty little foot up your ass,” I spat back.

“Your logic is faulty.”

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