Shady's obsession

26.

A few weeks had passed and things seemed to be back to normal, only after everything he'd said Marshall seemed to be clinging onto me for dear life. Somehow, some way we'd fall asleep on the couch or in bed together. He'd do all this things that pointed straight to him being obsessed with me, in a good way. Everything I'd been doing whether it was modelling or little side hustles he'd been fully supporting and encouraging me.

It was another night, and he didn't know I had plans to go out, he'd picked a movie for us to watch together and he seemed so enthusiastic that I was going to love it that I secretly bailed just to spend the night with him.

...........

He started stroking my thigh lightly and I bit my bottom lip.

Does he know what he's doing to me right now?

"What?" I smiled, as I finally looked at him.

He glanced between my lips and back up at me and I did the same.

We were snuggled up on the couch, watching a romantic movie. I couldn't help getting increasingly flustered as the steamy scenes unfolded on the screen, and I couldn't help feeling even more attracted  to him.We hadn't spoken about feelings since that day, other than an apology from him. He seemed to pretend it never even happened.

He snuggled even closer and I felt my cheeks getting hot.

As the tension in the movie reached its peak, I inched closer and closer to him. I could feel the heat emanating from his body, and I was so desperate for that fool to make a move, but he was so oblivious, and I got even more frustrated. There was no space between and he was practically undressing me with his eyes.

If you wanna fuck me just say that!

If you wanna kiss me just say that!

Tell me you want me, tell me you think I'm beautiful.

Why do you feel the need to spend every night with me, like this? Just tell me the fucking truth!

I couldn't contain myself any longer, as my thoughts ran round in circles so I turned to Marshall.

"You know, you could at least talk to me? Like for real."

He looked surprised, "What?"

"Damn, whatever you said to Hailie that day, was the total fucking opposite of what you said to me, and you refuse to talk about it, so I'm just in limbo trying to figure out what you're thinking and feeling." I frowned, hoping the heartache wouldn't be evident in my face.

"You think I can't sense it, if we're just friends you're really on a fine line, how many times have you looked at my ass today? How many times have you gone off into a fucking daydream just looking at me, like I got you in some kind of daze? I'm not crazy, the way you look at me but you 'don't want me' is fucking crazy! We're fucking cuddling right now! You're stringing me along and I don't like this. You said you don't want me...so why are you acting like you do?!"

"Calm the fuck down!" He frowned.

I frowned back at him and didn't say another word.

Marshall hesitated for a moment, looking uncomfortable. "I don't fucking know if I'm capable of being a good boyfriend or husband, I love hard, and I can get pretty unpredictable. I don't know how trust after everything I've been through, I might not be able to give you what you need, and...of course I want you, look at you! You're perfect. You think Justin was bad?... I used to be worse Hazel, and I still have no fucking idea how to navigate a relationship." The way he exhaled proved to me that it had been on his mind for a long time.