His Psychotic Obsession

Chapter eleven

Rowan

Carrying her back inside in my arms, I set her carefully onto the couch and pull out my phone.

"Who are you calling?" She asks from behind me.

"Doctor." I deadpan.

She huffs, "You do realize I'm a surgeon right? It's just a sprained ankle. I'll be fine."

I roll my eyes and pocket my phone, turning around to meet her furious face.

"What the hell Elara? You could've been really hurt."

She rolls her eyes, "Calm down. It was barely seven feet."

I clench my jaw. How could she be so fucking reckless?

"Why," I demand.

She finally meets my eyes.

"When were you gonna tell me your planning on marrying me? Before or after you force me to do so." She sits up straighter, wincing.

I sigh, sitting down beside her, pulling a pillow into my lap, and gently placing her ankle on it.

"It was just an idea."

"Just an idea? Putting Nutella on bread is an idea. Marriage to someone is completely different ." She snaps.

I glare at her, "Do you have a death wish or something? I'm trying to protect you. Not make your life miserable." I tell her. She goes silent and breaks eye contact with me, looking down at her hands.

"I won't do it." She whispers.

"I don't really care. If I think marriage is the best option for your safety, you will walk down that fucking aisle." The words come out harsher than attended, so I take a deep breath to calm down.

I rub at her sore ankle, earning a hitched breath from her. "Don't ever pull that shit again," I tell her, looking at her face for any sort of reaction.

She just nods and closes her eyes, leaning back on the couch.

After about 10 minutes of me just rubbing her ankle, she stirs and leans on her arms trying to get up. "I'm going to my room."

She winces as she places her ankle on the ground. Before she can even take one step, I gather her into my arms.

She squeals surprised and wraps her arms around my neck. "Rowan! Put me down! I can walk!"

I grin at her, "Just relax amore. I'm doing you a favor."

She glares at me but allows me to carry her up the stairs

I walk into her bedroom and sit her down on her bed. Reaching over to her lamp, I turn it on.

The light from the lamp illuminates parts of her room, allowing me to see the window where she jumped out of still wide open.

I stride over to it, closing and locking it.

"Alright." I spin on my heels to face her again. "Do you need anything? Clothes? A bath? Food?" I ramble.

"Rowan. Stop, I'm fine. You can go now thank you. She gestures to the door.

"Right," I mutter, walking towards the door.

But instead of walking out, I close it.

"What are you doing?" Elara asks from behind me.

I grin at her, "We're gonna watch a movie."

She laughs humorously at me, "Who's we? Go downstairs, Rowan."

I bring a hand to my chin, acting as if I'm thinking. "Hmm...no."

She groans rubbing a hand on her face, "Whatever." She mutter, getting up and limping toward her closet.

I quickly place my hands out in case she falls, but she slaps them away insisting she's fine.

Elara closes her closet door behind her, and I make my way over to the bed, sitting down and pulling my shoes off, setting them down neatly on the floor.

I make myself at home, throwing my feet up and placing my hands behind my bed.

Elara appears a moment later, changed out of her "escape mission" clothes.

Now she wears an oversized shirt that falls to her knees.

I'm not sure if she's wearing shorts underneath, and it sends shivers down my groin at the thought.

She limps over to the other side, pausing to think of a way to get up.

I roll my eyes and climb over, picking her up by the waist and placing her on the bed. She glares at me, but I can tell she's thankful for the gesture.

"Alright. Divergent or maze runner?" I ask her, turning on her TV.

"Neither." She replies.

I look at her with furrowed eyebrows. "Gilmore girls." She tells me.

I groan, "Really?"

She shrugs, "No one asked you to climb into my bed, Rowan."

She pauses, "That sounded wrong. Ignore that."

I smirk pressing on Gilmore girls.

Beside me, Elara gets under her comforter.

I shrug and get under them too, snuggling into the pillow behind my head getting comfortable.

"Don't get too comfortable Rowan," Elara says beside me, yawning.

I smile looking over at her, but she's too busy watching Gilmore girls to notice my stare.

I take that as an opportunity to admire her.

She lays there, the comforter tucked up all the way to her chin, her hair lays freely around her, and the eyes I love so much are droopy.

She stirs a little, inching closer to me unconsciously.

Her breaths soon even out, indicating that she's fallen asleep.

I reach my hand out and turn the lamp off.

I try to get up to go to my room, but Elara slings an arm around my waist, laying her head on my chest.

Well fuck.

My stomach literally does jumping jacks.

God, what are you doing to me?

I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, kissing her forehead.

"My beautiful girl," I whisper against her skin.

She snuggles further into my side.

I can feel my eyelids getting heavier as sleep invaded my mind.

She'll definitely kill me in the morning for sleeping in her bed. But it's a chance I'm willing to take.

I sink further down into the bed, gently turning on my side and tucking her head into the crook of my neck. I snake a protective hand around her waist, pulling her closer to me.

Contempt, I close my eyes as I slowly fall asleep to the sound of her soft breaths.

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Soft Rowan? Soft Rowan. The calm before the storm everyone. I love how I'm making it seem that he's such a softie, but in reality, it's only for her to see and when he's not around her...we'll you'll see 🤭