OBSESSED

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LEAH

Today had been one of the strangest, most intense days of my life. Some of it, I hoped to never relive again. Like Jarrod finding Danny at my house—I could go the rest of my years never experiencing that nightmare again.

Then again, I wouldn't mind Jarrod having his naughty way with me in nearly every room of my house. His marks littered my neck, chest, belly, and thighs. I looked like a freaking chessboard.[

Not that I minded. I found it kind of hot, actually. I'd never had one hickey, much less a hundred.

I shivered, recalling the absolute feral energy that overcame him earlier. He claimed me like an animal would their mate.

Glancing at him through my periphery, he looked cozy and cute bundled in a mountain of blankets and pillows beside me on the couch. I couldn't believe he was mine.

My thoughts gravitated toward our earlier conversation when he mentioned that his ex gave him trust issues. I assumed she must have cheated on him from how he reacted in the situation this morning.

How could anyone hurt such an incredible person? He treated me like a queen. I couldn't fathom wanting anything different or more than what he'd given me.

Then again, I never understood the concept of cheating. If I wasn't into someone, it made more sense to break up than run around on them. That just prolonged the pain for everyone involved.

"What are you thinking so hard about over there?" Jarrod mumbled, his warm hand sliding up my thigh.

I smiled softly. "Just pondering how sweet and adorable you are."

He sat up, stretched, and draped his arm behind my head. The smell of his cologne and a faint whiff of musky sex blessed my nostrils.

"I am sweet and adorable," he ceded, "but something tells me your thoughts weren't so sunny."

"What makes you say that?"

"You looked mad."

I chuckled. "Maybe, but not at you."

He relaxed at that, planting a kiss on my cheek. "Who do I need to go beat up then?"

"Nobody." I rolled my eyes.

"Are you sure?" he drawled. "Because I will."

"I'm sure," I said, smiling before my mood turned serious again. "I was just wondering what happened between you and your ex . . . But you don't have to tell me anything you don't want to."

He took a deep breath, his body tensing around me.

"Sorry," I murmured and bit my lip. "I should've not said anything."

"Never apologize for speaking your mind," he said. "It's not that I'm uncomfortable talking about it. I've been over her and that chapter of my life for a long time. She's just not worth wasting my breath on."

Damn. She really took a toll on him.

"We can talk about something else then," I assured him. "Like, what time are we bowling?"