Obsession

Caleb

"Think I'm going to like living with you." Jenson smiled as I handed him a mug of hot chocolate. "Breakfast in bed, a lunch date, now we're going to have hot chocolate and a Christmas movie." He leaned over and pressed a quick kiss to my lips. "I'm one very spoiled boyfriend."

He smiled at me, his big dark eyes soft, before ducking his head and leaning against me, wrapping his hands around his mug, while my arm curled around his waist.

He was here.

Finally.

Since picking Jenson up from the airport in New York once classes finished for Christmas, I found that I just couldn't leave him alone. Hugging him. Kissing him. Making love to him. I ... just didn't want to let him go.

Ever.

I'd brought him back here, to the apartment, just so I could have him to myself for a few days.

Every night, I fell asleep in his arms. That was where I always wanted to be. Because in his embrace, I was safe. Protected. Loved. And everything was right with the world.

These last few months at college had been ... fucking awful. And lonely.

Thomas wasn't around any more. Gracie was holed up in her own apartment and my sister seemed too busy to speak with her little brother.

All I wanted was Jenson. Needed him. Needed to feel ... wanted. Loved. Because I sure as shit didn't seem to get that from anyone else right now.

Putting my mug on the kitchen counter, I wrapped both arms around his waist and pulled him closer, resting my head on his shoulder and sighing as I felt his arms curl around my body.

His warm body was inviting, his strong arms were safe.

Snuggling closer, I felt his lips brush my hair, then his fingers ran through the strands.

Yeah.

This was where I belonged.

Right here.

Even though I'd spoken to him every day ... texts, phone calls, video calls ... nothing compared to the feeling of his arms around me ...

Guilt still weighed in my stomach, tugged at my heart ... whenever I heard his deep voice, saw his dark eyes ... I was still feeling the effects of that night, feeling disgusted, dirty ... like I had somehow cheated on Jenson.

But had I?

Sighing, I pressed my nose to his throat, breathing him in, feeling his hands rub along my back.

The same questions ... with no answers. It seemed the more time that went by, the bigger the questions ... the bigger the problem ... and the ball of guilt just kept getting bigger ... bigger ... bigger ... twisting my stomach, making me feel sick.

Tears tried to push their way through as I nuzzled Jenson's neck.

I needed to stop thinking. I was here, with Jenson. I needed to make the most of this. Not worry about ... that night. It was a long time ago.

Feeling a sob try to work its way up my throat, I swallowed, sniffed and wiped at my eyes.

No. I wasn't about to start crying or feeling sad. I was with Jenson. My man. And I wanted to enjoy every second I was with him.

"Are you okay?" he muttered into my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. The sound of his deep voice never failed to pull that reaction from me.

"Uh ... yeah." I cleared my throat, wiping a hand down my face before pulling back a little.