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Obsessed (F. Reed)

As you lay cuddled up with Fulton in your bed, you couldn't help but feel complete and content. Being with him felt like home. You couldn't imagine spending your days with anyone else. The pictures of you both on the walls, though not creepy, were a testament to the love you shared.

You watched as Fulton's eyes roamed over your face, taking in every feature. You could feel his love radiating off of him. It was like he couldn't get enough of you, and honestly, you felt the same way about him.

Suddenly, Fulton's gaze turned intense, and he looked at you meaningfully. "I'm obsessed with you," he said, his voice low and husky.

You couldn't help but smile, "I'm obsessed with you too," you replied, pecking his lips.

Fulton pulled you closer, and you settled comfortably against his chest. You talked for hours, sharing your dreams, your fears, and your hopes. It felt like the world had stopped, and it was just the two of you.

As the night wore on, you began to feel tired, and you yawned, snuggling more deeply into Fulton's embrace. "I'm so tired," you whispered, feeling yourself drift off.

Fulton smiled, running his fingers through your hair. "Go to sleep, baby. I'll be here when you wake up."

You closed your eyes, feeling content and safe in his arms. You knew that no matter what happened, as long as you had Fulton by your side, everything would be okay.

Hours later, you woke up to the sound of the TV playing softly. You looked up at Fulton, feeling a smile tug at your lips. He was watching TV, looking so peaceful and content.

You leaned up, kissing his cheek softly. "Good morning," you whispered.

Fulton turned to you, his eyes lighting up. "Good morning, beautiful. Did you sleep well?"

You nodded, snuggling back into his chest. "I did. I always sleep well when I'm with you."

Fulton smiled, running his fingers through your hair. "I feel the same way. You make everything better."

You smiled, feeling your heart swell with love. "I love you," you whispered.

Fulton leaned down, his lips brushing against yours. "I love you too," he whispered back.

As you settled back against his chest, watching TV together, you knew that you were exactly where you were meant to be. Obsessed or not, you and Fulton were meant to be together, and nothing could ever change that.