His Psychotic Obsession

Chapter twelve

Elara

I wake up, very comfortable. When did my pillows suddenly become so soft?

I snuggle further into the pillow.

Huh. That's weird. The pillow is breathing- wait.

My eyes shoot open, and a chest with my hand on top of it comes into view.

My eyes travel up to his face. Rowan.

Oh my god-

Rowan stirs, pulling me closer to his chest, and burrowing his head into my hair.

Oh no. No. No. No.

I carefully try to pull all from him, but Rowan furrows his eyebrows and pulls me closer. Literally suffocating me.

"Rowan." I croak.

He frowns and peaks open his eyes, when it registers in his mind that he's squeezing me a little too hard, he releases his grip slightly.

I let out a breath and try pushing myself away from him, "Let go of me dumbass."

"Go back to bed amore." He nuzzles his face into the crook of my neck.

I give up and let him snuggle into me. Please be a dream. Please be a dream.

"You're a horrible snuggling partner." He tells me, gesturing to my tense body.

Not a dream.

"Well, I'd be better if you weren't hugging me to death." I roll my eyes.

He laughs, his chest rumbling beneath me.

I almost melt. That's got to be the hottest laugh I've ever heard.

What? Shut up Elara. We hate him.

Hm. Thank you little voice.

"Ok but seriously, let me go. I need to pee."

Rowan huffs annoyed but lets me out of his grip.

I stand up, wincing slightly at my sore ankle. It's tolerable now, so that's a good sign.

I glare at Rowan as he snuggles into my side of the bed.

Rowan just smirks at me, knowing damn well I enjoyed our snuggle session even though I would never admit it.

I shake my head and walk into the bathroom, doing my business then washing my hands and brushing my hair.

Don't you dare be on my ass for not brushing my teeth. I do it after my morning coffee and breakfast.

Opening the door I yawn into my hand. I look at a now shirtless Rowan.

I look around the room, "Where the fuck did your shirt go?"

He shrugs grinning.

I give him a pointed look.

Rowan laughs softly and bends down to pick up his shoes.

Perfect time for me to shamelessly check out his abs.

Don't get me wrong, I still hate him. But I'm certainly not blind, I can admit he is attractive.

I look away before he can notice I'm staring, and open my door to go down to the kitchen.

Rowan follows behind me, somehow his shirt magically spawning back on him.

Walking into the foyer, I frown at the voices coming from the kitchen.

Elliot, Alex, Natalia, and Xander sit at the kitchen table, deep into conversation.

Rowan's once giddy face goes cold and deadpan at the sight of his friends.