"If obsession were a person, it'd be you."
A street racer by evening, and a high-school student by day, 17 year-old Ola Sainz is forced to move to Los Angeles with her mother, where she crosses path with a typical California teenage boy.
Theo Lauder...
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"Why are you looking at me like that?" I coyly smiled up at him like my hand wasn't inches away from his crotch. I could feel the heat radiating off his body, and I knew I had him right where I wanted him. "Am I being a bad girl?"
His expression seemed to suggest that he was almost afraid of being caught by his parents; he was in deep contemplation of the consequences. "Ola. . ." He was anxious about being caught.
I wanted him to take me so badly at this table while his parents were in the other room but I had to act accordingly because Thea was still in our presence. Though from the looks of it, the little girl could not be bothered as she was busy playing with her plate of Mac and Cheese. She waves a spoon in the air and pretends to feed herself.
I relax in the chair before turning to face Theo. "What's wrong?"
His palms fall on top of mine as he says, "I thought we agreed."
"Agreed? About?" I act clueless. I know he's talking about the talk we had in his car on the way here. He had asked me to 'behave', whatever that meant.
Theo's expression dropped. I know he's frustrated. Could be at me or the situation. I know he wants it, too. I can tell by how he squeezes my hand beneath the table and how his bare feet tangle with mine. His grip was tight, yet there was still tenderness in it.
"You know what . . ."
"I don't," I remain committed. Testing the waters. How far he's willing to go to be touched again.
Theo has morals and beliefs. I, too, have them. I revel in my own sense of freedom, unconstrained by any moral code or social expectations whereas Theo is more cautious, adhering to the rules and being wary of the consequences. He's the type to kiss but never tell.
With each passing day, I knew my efforts were taking shape, and I could see him becoming more independent and accustomed to my presence.
"It's getting late." Theo's voice is gruff. "I'll let them know we're leaving."
"We?"
"I'm dropping you off," is the only thing he says before he disappears into the kitchen, leaving me dazed in my seat.
"Do you like my brother?" Thea's eyes glimmer beneath the chandelier, her light complexion reminding me of a Disney princess. "I'm curious," she adds, leaning in closer to me. "You don't look like Cinderella's stepsister."
I'm about to reply when the voice of her nanny, Gloria, echoes through the dining room and catches our attention. "Thea, come. Let's get you ready for bed. You've got a long day tomorrow."
"Goodnight, princess." Theo returned just in time to press a peck on his little sister's hair. Thea giggled without much enthusiasm from the idea of sleep but from being picked up off her stool. Her lids drooped over her eyes as Gloria held her head up on her shoulder.
