Obsession

Jenson

Lying on my bed, I stared at the ceiling, feeling my blood boil. 

How the fuck can the summer be over already? What the fuck did I do? Where the fuck did I go? 

Seriously … what the fuck? 

Tears kept burning, threatening to fall, but I wasn’t about to fucking let them. 

Why?

Why did the summer go by so quickly? 

I'd only had a glimpse of Caleb, a quick taste of him. 

It wasn’t enough time. It was never enough time. 

Running my hands through my hair, I then wiped a hand down my face, sniffing, forcing the tears back. 

They could fuck off, too. 

Fucking tears. 

Blowing out a breath, I pressed the heels of my hands into my eyes, swallowing over the lump in my throat. 

Through my closed eyes, images of the summer flitted across my mind … of Caleb … in his bed … in the shower … on the beach at the summer house. 

He’d even taken me on a trip to New York to see the apartment he shared with Thomas. Luckily, Thomas was home for the summer, so it had been just me and him, making love in his bed … in the living room … in the kitchen … in the bathroom. 

I just … hadn’t been able to get enough of him. 

Caleb had wanted me to meet his neighbours, but they were also home for the summer, so he’d taken me on a tour of New York instead, pointing out some potential places that we could live, rather than doing all the tourist stuff. He told me that we had years to do that. 

Wiping a hand across my eyes, I stared at the ceiling once more. 

My mom had done nothing but fuss all over Caleb the second he’d stepped through the front door of our house. Hugs, kisses, food … she had almost refused to leave him alone. I’d had to prise him out of her arms a few times over the summer. 

A sob escaped before I could swallow it down and I turned on my side to bury my face in my pillow. 

Fuck. 

Fuck. 

Fuck. 

The door to the dorm opened and closed. 

Adam. 

It wouldn’t be anyone else. 

Definitely not Caleb. Who was on the other fucking side of the country right now. 

Shuffling, then a sniff.

“Hey.” The bed dipped and I felt a hand touch my shoulder. “You okay?”

Fucking perfect. Can’t you see? 

Wiping at my eyes and taking a deep breath, I rolled onto my back. 

Adam was sitting on the edge of my bed, a frown on his face. 

“What’s wrong?”

I shrugged. What was wrong? Every fucking thing. Where would I even start?

“Not happy to be back at college?”

“It's just … it’s fucking shit.” I wiped my eyes again and cleared my throat.